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payroll giovanni & peezy - separate lyrics

[intro: peezy]
yeah, ghetto rich n+ggas
you already know what’s goin’ on (let’s do it)
payroll on the mof+ckin’ beat, n+gga (yeah, yeah, uh)
havin’ way too much paper (uh huh)
too much ice (yuh)

[verse 1: peezy]
first things first, let’s get to work, i done came up, n+ggas’ hurt (they hurt)
bag touch end of the month, i just re’d up on the 1st (yeah)
sippin’ out a half+pint, while i cook a half chirp (drank)
you run off with that work, and your new car gon’ be a he+rs+
sold a thousand half+moons, now it’s stars on my shirt (givenchy)
used to ride the megabus to put new cars on the curb (yeah)
b+tch, i motivate the ghetto, all my n+ggas only hope (facts)
b+tch asked me what’s my name, call me anything but broke (b+tch)
got my feet on n+ggas neck (yeah), a kilo on my chest (a ki+)
got ‘bout sixty on my wrist, b+tch, this ain’t my only kit (nah)
let them n+ggas chase hoes, i sit back and let ‘em pick (i’m chillin’)
used to crawl on marble floors when my uncle had the bricks (yeah)
i’m a legend, i came up out the ghetto, ain’t have no choice (nah)
starin’ at this water on my neck, it got the hoes moist (wet)
in miami, drunk as h+ll, crawlin’ out a rolls royce (facts)
i don’t use my watch to tell the time, ‘cause it’s froze, boy

[pre+chorus: peezy]
it’s time to separate the workers from the bosses (yeah)
the n+ggas who be doin’ it, and the n+ggas who just talkin’ (talkin’)
the n+ggas who be bullsh+ttin’, and the n+ggas who be ballin’ (ballin’)
the n+ggas who be dealin’, and the ones who doin’ fraud sh+t (let’s separate ‘em)
[chorus: peezy]
it’s time to separate the real from the fake (yuh)
the ones who happy for us from the n+ggas who just hate (they hate)
the ones who broke as h+ll from the n+ggas who got pape+ (pape+)
nickel+and+dime n+ggas from the ones who got weight (let’s get it), b+tch

[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
(4+1)
i don’t k!ll ten n+ggas in a verse
but i could show you how to make a good ten on the 1st (on the 1st)
i know i could get you whacked with a smirk
but the heat you gon’ bring don’t even match what you worth (ain’t worth it)
i’m gettin’ money, life’s lovely, i don’t f+ck with dummies (nah)
jeopardize what i got goin’, then get the f+ck from me (f+ck on)
we wise guys and organized if we committin’ crimes
but we just rhyme, delete that, y’all, i was lyin’ (here we go)
last spotted in the coupe, flyin’
pulled up to the club like buddy love, got out and sk!lled the whole line
my pockets used to be swole off of sold dimes
now, when i wear half my jewelry, it blow they whole mind (d+mn)
the only time you n+ggas on is when you online
rose gold on, lookin’ like i found a gold mine (yuh)
baby, i’m giovanni, i don’t need a cosign (h+ll nah)
these n+ggas usin’ the work, and me? i sold mines

- payroll giovanni peezy lyrics

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