Payroll Giovanni
Intro
[Intro: Larry June]
Yeah, Game Related shit, n***a
Check (Check), numbers (Numbers)
N***a, when you get it out the mud, n***a
Shit just feel different, n***a, you know I’m sayin’?
You don’t know how I feel now ’bout them mufuckin’ foreigns
N***a, 2019 and shit, n***a, beatin’ they ass
You know what I’m sayin’?
Sun’ slight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What’s hannin’?

[Verse 1: Larry June]
Slidin’ through the TSA, I need all hunids (Yeah)
Lookin’ like the president, black car pullin’ up
Stopped by the hotel, n***a had to freshen up
$400 dollar cologne, but that ain’t really nun’
N***as talkin’ ‘bout they havin’ money, but they really frontin’
I ain’t really with the small talk, baby, run it up (Run it up)
Gotta keep it movin’, if you stop, it’ll slow you up
Ten (Ten), twenty (Twenty), thirty, bitch, I need a hunid
Gotta move smart, gotta stay on your toes (Stay on your toes)
Give a fuck what you talkin’, I need all of my dough (All of my dough)
Give a fuck ‘bout a show, I got six ways (Six ways)
Give a n***a two months, and I’ma have eight (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
What’s hannin’? (Shit)
Sippin’ on a big mojito in San Diego (Ayy)
They know every verse I drop be fuego (Fuego)
Fuck all that lil n***a shit (Yeah), we need big bank (Big bags)
Don’t hit my phone, talkin’ ‘bout, “Where the bitch at?”
What’s hannin’?
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
4-1
Never got a cap and gown, instead, I sold crack in pounds (Yuh)
In-between slappin’ brown, never see me backin’ down
Now, we all legitimate (Yeah), we onto bigger shit (Yuh)
Drink some Louis with me, $250 for a sip of this ($250)
Louis jeans, expensive kicks, pullin’ off in tinted whips (Err!)
N***as flaked me, but honestly, I don’t give a shit (Fuck ‘em)
Never used a n***a name just to gain a lil fame (Nah)
All you n***as, male-groupies runnin’’round hella lame (Hella lame)
Me? I’m in my own lane, Roley cost a whole thang (Yuh)
Get a hunid, move a hunid, n***a, that ain’t no thang (That ain’t shit!)
I was on my knuckles, out of options, then the load came (Yeah)
By the time I was through with ‘em, then some more came (Some more?)
Gotta watch your n***a that ain’t clappin’ ‘cause you’re bigger
Your n***a could be your killer, then killers gone kill your n***a (Wack!)
Move swift and cautious, sold game around bosses (Yeah)
Then, you too can get iced-chains and crosses (Yuh)

[Verse 3: HBK Kidd]
Uh
Meet a person, if you talkin’ numbers – fuck the main line (Nah)
I know some n***as ballin’, and they strugglin’ at the same time (Yeah)
I learned a lot of shit, so listen up, I’m givin’ game now
Just soak it up and don’t complain about hearin’ the same rhyme
The bitch played me years ago to fuck with a lame guy (Huh)
Now, she wanna fuck? I’m cool now, because she ain’t fine
A good game of Golf, I’m beatin’ her by a par
Tinted-glass, all you see is diamonds blingin’ in the car (Bow)
A pistol on deck, I need it, I’m a star
Big .40 on my mans, and he gone bring it in the bar (Yeah)
I’m scoopin’ up cheese, she gon’ bring it when I park
Then, do this shit tomorrow and repeat it after dark
The P's hit a dub and got a finger ring on the way
Your bitch can’t stop thinkin’ how this ding-a-ling gonna taste (Ha!)
To have my hands, you’ll cut yours
I count Ben Franks, you count Mount Rushmore’s
It’s a difference, uh