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payroll giovanni – workout lyrics

[intro]
4sho magazine
dot, dot, dot
what up doe?
what’s good?
doughboyz cashout
d.b.c., the mob
41 p in this b+tch (4+1)
2+6+7+6
the mob, n+gga
we doing it
in the booth talking a lil sh+t, man
free roc
you know how we do, n+gga
free rio grand
new money, new ice too
rest in peace r.j
you see it, n+gga
b+tch ass n+ggas

[verse]
it go: get money, stay away from f+ck n+ggas
real n+gga, been that way from the jump, n+gga
you can’t owe me sh+t, i don’t front n+ggas
got in debt the last time i used to front n+ggas
fast+forward to the present, ice in his necklace
from good investments and his plug sending cali’ presents
came a long way from rockin’ up the yola
try me and get yo’ p+ssy ass popped like soda
in a new whip, with my nеw b+tch
lames say “f+ck him”, the o.g.s say “he foolin'”
hoеs wanna suck him ’cause how bright the n+gga shoes is
can’t help but love him, look how nice the n+gga shoes is
just some lil’ prada kicks, nothing major
you too old to be a hater, get yo’ motherf+ckin’ paper
ball ’cause of my l.a. coach, like a laker
came up, now they shocked. guess my money was the taser
let me get on these haters, mad at us ’cause they f+cked up
mad ’cause i can call up they b+tch and get sucked up
mad ’cause they petty ass been sellin’ crack
and they barely touched a stack and they main b+tch a rat
i’m a boss, i don’t f+ck around with skeezers
and i don’t f+ck around with these friendly n+ggas either
i shoot my moves, go home to have s+x
gotta get to vegas cause i heard louis had sweats
i got old n+ggas jealous ’cause my spot pop
want me ’cause they time up quick like a shot clock
my face known from the videos and shows
so, i gotta serve n+ggas third+person with the os
f+ck hoes, b+tch i’m stackin’ for the new 6
same n+ggas hatin’ be tryna study n+gga’s blueprint (copying)
new louis belt with the blue print
it’s only tuesday, but i feel like wearin’ new sh+t
i ain’t gotta stress i’m gettin’ it
probably ’cause i’m really gettin’ it
sixteen zips, i’m flippin’ it
if you ain’t tryna cash, why you ask what the ticket is? (f+ck you wanna know for?)
just a nosey ass n+gga
drivin’ ya’ b+tch’s car, you old jody ass n+gga
sit yo’ ass down, fake rollie ass n+gga
i’m so big worm, you just a smokey ass n+gga (worker)

my ice couldn’t get clearer
i see a real n+gga when i look in the mirror
n+ggas make rumors, they ask me to make money
it be funny when the hatin’ n+ggas fresh is yo’ bummy
we ain’t got time for the dumb sh+t
work i took serious, rap was just some fun sh+t
now the table’s turned
i’m getting rap money with street money to burn
when these b+tches gon’ learn?
always got they hand out, when these b+tches gon’ earn?
i ain’t did what? man, the nerve of you hoes
you wasn’t there when i was outsmarting border patrol
you wasn’t there when i went from a quarter to bows
in the bas+m+nt by the phone, n+ggas orderin’ os (h+llo)
n+ggas be so hurt (man)
man, i swear they so hurt
run in lenox, spend five+hun’ on a shirt
so clean, but all the money stemmed from doin’ dirt
i don’t brag much, but don’t push me
van blew out, like a freak b+tch p+ssy
was ‘posed to be in class, but i’m skippin’ playin’ hooky
in the trap with r.j. on the couch in my hoodie
beat yo’ b+tch p+ssy up every time i see her, like a bully
then send her out of town with four cookies
that ain’t a stash, boy, i call that “jean money”
i got that digital and that triple+beam money
this rap sh+t got me with a lil’ clean money
now i got that “who is you? get away from me” money (f+ck on)
[chorus]
and it’s just a lil’ workout (workout)
cut the vacuum seal open, check the work out (work out)
i said it’s just a lil’ workout
cut the vacuum+sealed bag open, check the work out (b+tch)

[outro: payroll giovanni & juju da boss
yeah, doughboyz cashout (the mob)
free roc dropping this summer (this summer)
you know we stay workin’ (stay workin’)
these n+ggas stay perpin’ (perpin’)
we gon’ keep it going though, you know what i’m sayin’? (you already know)
real detroit n+ggas, real street n+ggas(yeah)
my n+gga dot on the beat (what up, dot?)
let’s get it
juju da boss in this b+tch
doughboyz, bah
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