payroll giovanni - turn into 20 lyrics
[chorus: payroll giovanni]
i used to cop ten grams, turn it into twenty
so even as a small timer, i was gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
but boy when that bag came
yeah, i did my d+mn thing
[verse 1: payroll giovanni]
in a european speeding in the fast lane
excited ’bout my last play, i filled up my last safe
your watch tell me that you lack taste
lactose help me ice my first presi+face
the links say i’m in the heavyweight
but i ain’t in this sh+t
you ask me, a n+gga been legit
you think i care that n+ggas with the sh+ts
could get ’em hit while i was clearly chillin’ at a black tie evеnt
i don’t know sh+t
paid the plug, i don’t owe sh+t
you n+ggas gross, you don’t grow sh+t
b+tches see mе and whisper “oh sh+t”
while i take slow sips of champagne with a froze wrist
you on the block, i’m on the boat trip
why the bowls flip?
daily checkin’ off my goals list
watch n+ggas is true, most switch
ain’t gotta bend the trust the justify the fact they doing hoe sh+t
gotta batch but it’s gon’ go quick
so put your order in
my losses go into some sorta win
for four years i been spotted in some sorta benz
made men when i huddle up, that’s what important means
[chorus: payroll giovanni & tee grizzley]
i used to cop ten grams, turn it into twenty (turn it into twenty)
so even as a small timer, i was gettin’ money (n+gga, i was gettin’ money)
but boy when that bag came (before that b+tch drop, n+gga)
yeah, i did my d+mn thing (yeah)
i used to cop ten grams, turn it into twenty (turn it into twenty)
so even as a small timer, i was gettin’ money (i was gettin’ money, n+gga)
but boy when that bag came (let’s get it)
yeah, i did my d+mn thing
[verse 2: tee grizzley]
aye, used to have nothin’, now i got a lot of errythang
heavy chain, bezel bang, play and get your melon banged
‘member when my uncle told me i put too much soda on that [?]
payroll made me want a rollie, blade made me want a rover
i got paper in north dakota
you know you gettin’ money when your car came with a sofa
ain’t gotta run no gang, that b+tch know me, boy, she goin’
ain’t gotta be the wintertime, i call the plug, it’s snowin’
you see my money, this sh+t like a rapper, it keep flowin’
bro see a opp, it’s like it full hot, he gon’ keep blowin’
we really was the ones, asked about me on my block
cop a ounce and cut up 15 hundred dollars worth of rocks (that’s a fact, aye)
when i got my deal, i called pay like “let’s invest”
i was tryna but a couple bricks, my first check
turn that to an m, hit the plug and double back
say they doin’ what, we ain’t run into ’em, n+ggas cap
[verse 3: peezy]
check my bank account, that b+tch finally say a million
boy i’m happier than a motherf+cker, ridin’ without a ceiling
known for making dead ends, come and alive and make ’em k!ll ’em
lately i been thinkin’ ’bout a hundred mil’, i’m tryna get it
the first of the month was like a holiday to me
and my kids, and all you seen is baking powder by sink
in a mason jar, finna grab my skizzy and my b+ttergun
gave my favorite junkie three grams to rent his car the other night (i swear to god)
fast forward, it was my other life
now this louis jacket i got on cost a bowl of ice
never catch me ridin’ with these n+ggas, they ain’t rollin’ right
i used to have to gamble with my life, shake and roll the dice
ninety thousand in the duffle bag on my backseat
blew ninety thousand on my new kid, i bought it last week
back when i was broke, them b+tches used to walk past me
now we pull up to the club, hoes cheaters like the athletes
[chorus: payroll giovanni]
i used to cop ten grams, turn it into twenty
so even as a small timer, i was gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
but boy when that bag came
yeah, i did my d+mn thing
i used to cop ten grams, turn it into twenty
so even as a small timer, i was gettin’ money (gettin’ money)
but boy when that bag came
yeah, i did my d+mn thing
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