[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
5 Myle n***a in a 5 star sweet
Had a spot on the 6, doing 5 a week
Paid 25, and get at least 5 a piece
I ain't complaining at all, shit, that's fine with me
I was balling last week, when shit went to the left
A smooth opperation going, shit turned to a mess
Looked at it as a lesson, guess it's all for the best
Could be locked in a cell, I guess a n***a is blessed
I was schooled by them oldheads, with more bread
You sitting round bullshitting, what's in your head?
It can't be sence, I'm 'bout dollars, but it take them cents
Fiends used to give me change, I hated that shit
But I did what I had to, made a couple bad moves
Made some good money with some bad dudes
Seen so much shit at an early age
Seen the game put so many in the early grave

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
But don't complain, my n***a
The game is the game, my n***a
Fuck a ho, get your change, my n***a
Move slow, even in the fast lane, my n***a
But don't complain, my n***a
The game is the game, my n***a
Fuck a ho, get your change, my n***a
Move slow, even in the fast lane, my n***a
[Verse 2 ?]
Came home shining like I never went to jail
Everybody comfortable, they knew I wouldn't tell
If the road hot, then I'm getting it through the mail
Went from middle manning boes, now we getting it by the bail
Hoes used to laugh at a n***a big lips
Now they wanna blow me down, 'cause I'm getting big chips
Just a lil test run, I'ma give him six zips
If the fiends acting up, let them bitches get sick
Keep your circle real small, 'cause the loyalty is rare
Same n***as fall off, stressed out, losing hair
'Cause they man turned bad, now he working with the jakes
I be chilling with the bitches, 'cause a lotta n***as fake
Got some n***as on my team, 'bout whatever for the cake
Might break it all down, it depend on what it take
Stacking for a rainy day, I suggest you do the same
Keep them bitches out your Business, n***a, welcome to the game

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
But don't complain, my n***a
The game is the game, my n***a
Fuck a ho, get your change, my n***a
Move slow, even in the fast lane, my n***a
But don't complain, my n***a
The game is the game, my n***a
Fuck a ho, get your change, my n***a
Move slow, even in the fast lane, my n***a
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
I heard you got a bag, why you ain't hit me up?
'Cause everytime I throw you something, dawg, you fuck it up
This is Business, you gotta understand that
Looked out for you when I had dudes that would've cashed that
My back then [?]
Now I'm [?] up
You either getting the fuck on, or getting fucked up
'Cause so many n***as [?] bitch ways
Pillow talk to hoes, if you were jammed up, you would do the same
At least that's how I read it, n***a
They try to play you then crawl back, realizing they need a n***a
I'm self-made, but I ain't no Maybach
I'm just tryna park a Maybach where I was raised at
And let the youngings get motivated
Fall off, yeah, I know a whole line waiting
I was dumb saving, before I shaved my face
Everybody ain't a boss, younging, know your place

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
But don't complain, my n***a
The game is the game, my n***a
Fuck a ho, get your change, my n***a
Move slow, even in the fast lane, my n***a
But don't complain, my n***a
The game is the game, my n***a
Fuck a ho, get your change, my n***a
Move slow, even in the fast lane, my n***a
[Verse 4 ?]
The game is the game, I can't complain about it
'Cause I remember days when I couldn't change my outfit
Spent many nights slanging out of vakent houses
All moms could do is [?] pray about it
Wanted to ball, so i posted up like [?]
More money, more problems, couldn't solve them all
Got in a fight with my B.M., and she called the law
They brought the dogs, they found the raw, went to jail and lost it all
Fresh out the county jail, no shoe strings
Down to an eightball, like a pool game
It's a lotta ups and downs, when you move caine
When you up counting money, then your mood change
You wanna go out, get some more hoes
Ad another pare of Trues to your wardrobe
Go spend it, n***a, that's what it's here for
Diamonds in your earloabs, candy in the clear coat
Get your dough

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
But don't complain, my n***a
The game is the game, my n***a
Fuck a ho, get your change, my n***a
Move slow, even in the fast lane, my n***a
But don't complain, my n***a
The game is the game, my n***a
Fuck a ho, get your change, my n***a
Move slow, even in the fast lane, my n***a