Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Around, artist - Payroll Giovanni. Date of issue: 13.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's Around |
| Cardo Got Wings |
| Oh, they know that shit around |
| I don’t sell dreams, ‘cause I’m too busy livin' ‘em |
| And I don’t flash stacks, ‘cause I’m too busy flippin' ‘em (Yeah) |
| Watch forty G’s at the minimum (Forty) |
| Ask about Pay, since a youngin', I been killin' ‘em (Yuh) |
| Don’t bring dude around me, his vibe — I ain’t feelin' him (Nah) |
| I know a snake before it hiss, when it strike, just hope it miss |
| I can’t hold convos with niggas on that hopin' shit |
| I just used a condo for merch, I’m on some focused shit (Yeah) |
| BYLUG the label, 2−6 what I’m rollin' with |
| Pockets on some swollen shit, Patek on some frozen shit (Whew!) |
| Niggas blowin' money every day, I’m like what gold is this? |
| Niggas tryna spend the most, I’m out here tryna get the most |
| Write a check and get a Ghost, on me, you gon' get approached (Yuh) |
| By a crazy-lookin' nigga, I suggest you pay him, bro (Please) |
| Lil boys say the most, grown men say the least |
| Paid the cost to be the boss, got my invoice and my receipt, nigga |
| Money don’t make you no realer |
| But I rather be a real rich nigga than a real broke nigga |
| Two choices growin' up: a job or dope dealer (Which one?) |
| Made myself a boss, I answer to no nigga |
| I don’t need it on the flyer, they gon' know we in town (Oh, they know) |
| They gon' know we in town (Yeah) |
| I don’t know flash money or guns, but they know it’s around (Yeah, they know) |
| Oh, they know it’s around |
| I fronted work to have-nots, so they can have knots (Uh) |
| Now, I’m on the Ave in the Benz with the ragtop |
| Sippin' Louis XIII out a red cup (Yuh) |
| Plottin' on a black ‘Rrari with the red guts (Yeah) |
| I was baggin' rigs up before Exotic started wholesalin' |
| Saw some different profit (Yuh), no time for the gossip |
| Hit me up when you find a better topic |
| Like how to make money while vacatin' at the tropics (Boy) |
| I’m on some family wealth shit, you on some all-for-self shit |
| So, tell me how you broke, but you greedy and you selfish? |
| (How?) |
| Let that be a lesson, bruh, you fuck your own blessings up (You) |
| Burnin' bridges with niggas that would’ve helped you level up (Dummy) |
| Back when I would peddle dust, a nigga used to settle much |
| Rockin' a rubber band, but wishin' I was Bezel’d up |
| So, I started grindin' tough, now I’m shinin' diamonds up (Yeah) |
| Niggas change on you when they see you climbin' up (Fuck ‘em!) |
| Money don’t make you no realer |
| But I rather be a real rich nigga than a real broke nigga |
| Two choices growin' up: a job or dope dealer (Which one?) |
| Made myself a boss, I answer to no nigga |
| I don’t need it on the flyer, they gon' know we in town (Oh, they know) |
| They gon' know we in town (Yeah) |
| I don’t know flash money or guns, but they know it’s around (Yeah, they know) |
| Oh, they know it’s around |