Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Payroll, artist - Tee Grizzley. Date of issue: 19.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Payroll |
| Backend all hundreds, they know how I want it |
| When we slide all choppers, they know how I’m coming |
| Tried to hide at his momma’s, they know how I’m coming |
| Sent you a picture of her house, come out, dummy |
| Hit-Boy |
| Spray on cologne (What's that?) |
| That’s eleven hundred (Okay) |
| The shoe on my feet, a pound a run, Dior runners (Wooh) |
| My whole 'fit cost about ten bands |
| All together 60 racks, I got 50 in my pants |
| I, looked up to Payroll growin', lil' bitch I’m from the D |
| Play with the yayo growin' up, lil' bitch I’m from the streets |
| Lil' bro be bangin' and you know how my lil' nigga bleed |
| Put on that mask, knock on your door, this ain’t no trick or treat |
| Them niggas out here broke, I promise I don’t feel sorry |
| You ain’t show up on no money but you showed up to the party (Bankrolls) |
| Broke ass niggas, I don’t feel sorry for you |
| Barely legally retarded, every month they boy get money, ayy |
| Can’t let no hoe get in my head 'cause ain’t no hoe in me |
| And get the fuck out asap when you get off your knees |
| In Miami, me and Zoey on them skis |
| We ain’t out here havin' fun, we out here lookin' for some keys, nigga |
| I heard they floatin' 'round them water, had to come and see (I did) |
| Clean nigga in every way but I got dirty piece (Smoke) |
| Nigga owe me, make 'em roll and he gon' work for free (On gang) |
| You cut me off, it hurt but you hurt yourself more than me (Bitch) |
| Niggas praise and respect too much hoe shit (Too much hoe shit) |
| He too friendly with the opps, get 'em both zip (Get 'em both) |
| Hot nigga, keep a cold bitch, froze rich |
| Granny called like «You on the news», I’m like «Oh shit» |
| Let me hit that shit, now you can say you fucked a killer bitch (Bitch) |
| They ain’t with us, they against us, fuck them niggas bitch (Fuck 'em) |
| Jumpin' out the Benz truck with the cutter nigga (Grrra) |
| 'Cause every day it’s a new reason not to trust these niggas |
| Ain’t nobody gettin' away with doin' no bitch shit (At all) |
| I don’t drink 'cause I get drunk and I talk big shit |
| Sneak dissin' won’t do shit but get your bitch hit |
| When you see me shut your mouth or get your shit split (Boy) |
| Do my dirt by myself don’t need assistance (Don't need assistance) |
| You hatin' me and I don’t know that you exist, bitch (Don't even know) |
| She text her homegirl like «Look at wrist, bitch» |
| She text back «I seen him first, get off his dick, bitch» |
| Criminal or millionaires, nigga I’m both |
| When you come that, they follow you, you know how it go |
| I know exactly where I’m from and who I am, I ain’t ashamed |
| But the love ain’t the same after fame, that’s a shame |
| I be fresh but I ain’t Gunna, give a fuck about no clothes |
| Swear I care 'bout everything but give a fuck about no hoe |
| Listen we is not the same, you say «door», I say «dough» |
| You say «floor», I say «flow», you say «for sure», I say «fasho» |
| Niggas diss rap niggas but they don’t show up to no show |
| Your momma must’ve been a hoe 'cause you call everybody bro |
| I only wanna hit her 'cause she thinkin' she fine |
| Looks matter, shit if God don’t like ugly, why should I? |
| (Aye bitch) |
| Backend all hundreds, they know how I want it (They know) |
| When we slide all choppers, they know how I’m coming (They know) |
| Tried to hide at his momma’s, they know how I’m coming (What?) |
| Sent you a picture of her house, come out, dummy (Grrra) |
| When you see me, I’m with the same team |
| And I still got my clientele from my mid-teens |
| Gotta watch for them people, they tryna pin kings |
| If they livin' like kingpins, with some legit dreams |
| I started out small time but I had big dreams |
| I used to nickel and dime, right on my ten speed |
| She compare the man to Pay, I told her, «Bitch, please» |
| You begged the hoe to stay, I told her, «Bitch, leave» |
| This watch over thirty K, this a brick sleeve |
| This a small beneficial when you big league |
| You flipped the script on your people, I just filp G’s |
| I used to fill fiends needles, now they feelin' me |
| They like «Oh yeah, Fenkell in this bitch» |
| If his watch melt, we gon' be sinkin' in this bitch |
| The game natural to me, I be seasonin' this shit |
| You just in the way, what is your reason to exist? |
| Three niggas with me but we leavin' in the 6 |
| Might see me on 5 Mile, fleein' from a flip |
| Smellin' like new money, reekin' through a fit |
| Count money, stash money then retreat to a trip (Nigga) |