G-Hollow - Payroll (feat. Ex2) Lyrics

T-T-Talkin' bout the drip yo it cost 950
Talk behind my back they ain't face to face wit me
They tell me that they ridin' but they ain't really with me
They say they wanna piece so I tell em come and get me
Weren't f*ckin' with the wave until i hit the grave
Now they screaming out my name leavin' hearts all on my page
They thought that I was lame before I hit a stage
Now they thinkin' we the same cuz I blew up and didn't change
Lie about they chain
They lie about they neck
They cap about their wrist
And they cap about a bitch
Cappin' bout this shit it got you lookin like a bitch
Nah it's love for all my bros I'm not you I didn't switch
Bro steady flexin' like he got them bags
You got no hoes in the section how you talk like that
Now you talking that shit like you got full mags
But you really just a bitch how you rockin the drag
If a move's made then it happen cuz I say so
If you want proof go and check the payroll
F*ckin' up the shit man that's why your pay's low
Now Im out securin' bags that's a whole pay load
Yeah
Hit a lick for a f*ckin' bankroll
F*ckin' on a bad bitch she ain't on the payroll
Yeah
Put an F&N to the peephole, I know that she wanna ride
Slide to the left, slide to the right
Glock got a beam at night, yeah wow
Glock got a beam at night, yeah
She wasn't always pretty
Gotta dock in the city
15 for the new titties
Better not get lip wow
Comin' with 1, leaving' with 2
Got lil bitches that wanna come through
I do not shop at the Rue
I got Dior like The Woo
All of these hoes come in twos, yeah
All of these hoes come in twos, yeah yeah yeah
I can see that ass from the front
Zaza in a blunt
Left the hoe on read all month, all I want from her is some mouth
Arch that ass up from the south to the north yeah
Ooo Woah