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doughboyz cashout - rich nigga grin lyrics

f-ck you jealous -ss hoes that wanna see a n-gga broke
f-ck the plug if he holding back dope
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)

[verse 1: payroll giovanni]
f-ck n-ggas and f-ck these b-tches
man, i switch ’em like whips i don’t love these b-tches
baby girl was frowning like she was down dog
soon as we split up, now she praying on my downfall
but i’m still working, tell these hoes how i came up
why you run around broke as sh-t with these lame f-cks
cause everybody off they’re had snake tendencies
boy, you ain’t my mans you a motherf-cking enemy
scammed a couple bands on me back when i was 19
selling caine in canada, serving all the dope fiends
tried to put you on, but you turned into a b-tch n-gga
you prolly wake up and can’t look in the f-cking mirror
the way these n-ggas hating you’ll think they getting paid
but i know that ain’t the case cause they looking like ashamed
i still keep my head up, i still get it in
and hit these n-ggas and these b-tches with my rich n-gga grin

[hook: payroll giovanni]
b-tches tryna stress me
setup hoes tryna s-x me
hating n-ggas wanna wet me
but i still got my rich n-gga grin(we get ’em in, get ’em in)
still got my rich n-gga grin(we get ’em in, get ’em in)
f-ck you jealous -ss hoes that wanna see a n-gga broke
f-ck the plug if he holding back dope
still got my rich n-gga grin(we get ’em in, get ’em in)
still got my rich n-gga grin(we get ’em in, get ’em in)

[verse 2: kiddo]
my baby mama tripping say she need some love
i gave her -ss a 20, she went to the club
i heard she got drunk, f-cking with the scrubs
it’s time to stop smiling and put on my mug
gucci belt, my shirt tucked, i’m looking at the judge
she checking out my tats and now she hold a grudge
she wanna lock me up me up cause i’m a f-cking thug
well f-ck you too, let me put on my mug
walked out the court room, then hopped in the whip
on probation but i’m still smoking out the zip
b-tch get at me, i’m still happy
cause i make my money stretch like laffy taffy
they wanna clap me
cause they knew i was gonna be a boss since the cl-ss of miss slappey’s
i wanna take the burner from my khakis
but the burner to his acne
but i’ma k!ll ’em with a grin while i’m up the candle

[hook: payroll giovanni]
b-tches tryna stress me
setup hoes tryna s-x me
hating n-ggas wanna wet me
but i still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)
f-ck you jealous -ss hoes that wanna see a n-gga broke
f-ck the plug if he holding back dope
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)

[verse 3: big quis]
crispy
this rap sh-t got us beefing with a bunch of n0bodies
we gettin’ big n-gga, we just opened up for yo gotti
my job is making money, making n-ggas mad is my hobby
how you from the mile b-tch, and you don’t know everybody?
you can catch me up at h-rney, shooting pool with the og’s
or on the block pouring shots, back while we roll d’s
i tried to be lowkey, but n-gga i can’t
i’m iced up and ain’t a n-gga on my team who ain’t
they act like we ain’t winnin’ but i know we ain’t losin’
and if we is, i can tell how they b-tches be choosin’
i’m in the club, jewels shining, mink on just fooling
and them 4 life n-ggas with me, if you try me you stupid
all the rich n-ggas love us but the broke n-ggas hating
these stupid motherf-ckers really should be proud if we make it
but f-ck ’em they just jealous
it ain’t sh-t i can take it
they just gettin’ that rich n-gga grin
and throw my chain in they faces, for life

[hook: payroll giovanni]
b-tches tryna stress me
setup hoes tryna s-x me
hating n-ggas wanna wet me
but i still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)
f-ck you jealous -ss hoes that wanna see a n-gga broke
f-ck the plug if he holding back dope
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)

[verse 4: doughboy roc]
i can’t give you haters the benefit of the doubt
i got money and her, n-ggas know what i’m ’bout
but yet they still wanna play
n-ggas stress with the k
i remain with a rich grin and nothing to say
man, these n-ggas be hating, i can’t get to elaboratin’
when i hop in the booth it’s all facts, no fabricating
if i rap it, i live it
hear my laugh for the ticket
gotta go back to court, in 2 months to get sentenced
and my family don’t understand, this life that i’m living
my b-tch trippin’ and the prosecutors want me in prison
what i’m supposed to do, go give them p-ssy n-ggas p-sses
i got god on my side, so i’ma rise above madness
made a lot of mistakes, n-ggas open my eyes
but i’m too real out to this b-tch so it was like a surprise
hit my knees and asked the man above, forgive me for my sins
pray i get to heaven with my rich n-gga grin

[hook: payroll giovanni]
b-tches tryna stress me
setup hoes tryna s-x me
hating n-ggas wanna wet me
but i still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)
f-ck you jealous -ss hoes that wanna see a n-gga broke
f-ck the plug if he holding back dope
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)
still got my rich n-gga grin (we get ’em in, get ’em in)

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