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payroll giovanni - upgrade lyrics

[intro: payroll giovanni]
yeah
everything gettin’ bossed up
everything gettin’ bossed up
bylug sh-t, yeah
bought one

[verse 1: ygg tay]
i had to upgrade my ice, had to upgrade my life (yeah)
left them rats alone, had to upgrade my type (had to)
first cl-ss seats, had to upgrade my flight (yeah)
used to sell weed, had to upgrade to white (white)
no motels, had to upgrade to suites
copped a v12, i had to upgrade the seats (yeah)
it’s cold as h-ll, i had to upgrade the minks (furs)
bought a new crib, i had to upgrade the sinks
marbled it up, i had to upgrade the floors (okay)
is he starvin’ or what? you need to upgrade your bro (dump him out)
rollie keep glarin’, i had to upgrade the band (band)
your b-tch keep starin’, she ’bout to upgrade her man (get her)
after the white, i had to upgrade the tan (raw)
the profit was right, that helped me upgrade my bands
took rap serious, had to upgrade my plans (yeah)
they gon’ be furious when i upgrade the lams (lambo)

[chorus: payroll giovanni]
traded in a broke b-tch for a boss b-tch (b-tch)
bought the rollie plain, then it got frostbit (flooded)
i copped weight, i was on some a boss sh-t (yeah)
just know it’s facts when you hear a n-gg- talk sh-t (facts)
upgrade, upgrade
ice watch, ice chain (n-gg-)
upgrade, upgrade
f-ck b-tches, get paid

[verse 2: ygg tay]
okay, with this trap sh-t i’m mj (gas)
never take no days, every day is payday (bands)
and i hold my squad down with green dots and j-pays (everybody)
back in the trap, blew a quarter on vacay
i can upgrade you and turn you to beyonce (upgrade you)
diamonds ain’t your best friend, let’s go to eliantte (bling blaow)
ice on your neck and wrist got you lookin’ frosty (vvs)
you can get whatever long as you rock my mic, ashanti (yeah)
we done upgraded from blockboys to bosses (boss)
remember goin’ to church, now we icin’ out crosses (bling blaow)
went from sharin’ clothes to too much in the closet (foreign)
the swag make ’em sick and my jewelry make ’em vomit (eugh)
went from b-m b-tches to b-tches in chanel (double c’s)
went from coppin’ in-state to gettin’ ’em out the mail (packs)
playin’ with them triple beams, used to be a digi’ scale
on some zoe and ‘yac, catch me slip, i’m ’bout to run a jail (open that b-tch up)

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