Payroll Giovanni - Hustlas & Bosses lyrics
rate meFt. B-Legit, Big Quis & Clay
(Verse: Payroll Giovanni)
Top down, windows up, flyin' through the ghetto
Right hand on the wheel, the otha on the mellow
I run a tight ship so I got a tight schedule
You know it's bout money every time I say 'hello'
I grew up in the hell watchin' OG's, that's helped
When niggas' all bird, rock bird under pelts
Started off of raze, graduated to coke
Cause in my city if you broke you a practical joke
It ain't shit for me, so I woke up, went out and get money
Trudy runnin' off with a cutie, yo man, (it) can get ugly
When niggas ate they used to leave me with the leftovers
Now I'm tellin' workers only bring the best-over's
You in the throwback Lance, we in the next Rover
Lookin' like a million bucks, tryna stack some millions up
When I was down it took some bad days to do some healin' up
And errtime I see a shoe-box I wanna fill it up
(Hook x2: Clay)
Hustlers, stay on yo grind!
Bosses, let your Rolex shine!
Keep money on yo mind!
And in these streets you betta keep yo 9
(Verse 2: B-Legit)
I be in the club with a loaded gun
WE be gettin' loaded, throwin' hella 1s
A few Rolex-es, but the yellow one
Got Master 44, not the 41
Benz gettin' griller, grippin' nice wood
Sixhunnid break-down, me and Ice Wood
Yo wife would, and yo girlfriend
We prolly count money when the world end
Until then, nigga I'mma run routes
Comin' from the top, we ain't runnin' out
Fuckin' with my dope boy, cashin' out
Fuck her to the morning, then we mashin' out
Catch me on the block like waddup, dawg
The shit I'm smokin' now cost me 44
The shit you smokin' on cost you 44
So holla at a nigga, nigga, let me know!
(Hook x2: Clay)
(verse 3: Big Quis)
Lookin' at my tapes, pray to God to keep me safe
Kush is on my lungs with a gun on my waist
A lotta niggas hate, betta mo' beef than burgers
Next nigga try me, I'mma catch anotha of them murda
When everybody count their pockets, man, that shit is scary
I rep Detroit with 20 on my chest like I'm Berry
I'm lookin' fo' a plug, you lookin' fo' a bitch to marry
Chase cheese or chase rats, nigga, is you Tom and Jerry?
I been through a lot, my niggas hate or is the cops?
Keep gettin' charged of _____(?) right now we so hot
It's me against the world, got me feelin' like I'm Pac
Befo' I drink with some bitch I send some bread to my pops
School of Hard Knots, I wasn't goin' to no institute
When I was broke I lost some friends and a bitch or two
Presidential or the big face, I dunno what to chose
I was gone fo' a minute, now I'm back, pica-boo
(Hook x2: Clay)