Paid in Full

[Intro: Helluva]
Like to welcome all my niggas from uptown, downtown
In-town, out of town, we got it goin’ on
Helluva made this beat, baby!
We the last 4-1
It’s famous, baby! Here we go!
It’s the world’s famous 35 *inaudible*
All my street niggas, all my playa niggas
All the niggas gettin’ paper
Ladies lookin’ good, fellas bossin’ up, we gettin’ money
Westside, 7 mile, 6 mile, [?], baby

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
4-1
Thinkin’ of a master plan
So, I can hit the dealership with my mans
I need the Benz’s seats tan, and the jewels rose gold
All I need is one plug and two cellphones
I used to sell stones (Yuh) hand-in-hand as a shorty
Couldn’t settle there, I had to elevate my story (Yeah)
We was gettin’ bags back when bitches wore [?]
All these foreigns in the crew, I hope Trump don’t deport me (Please)

[Bridge: Payroll Giovanni]
Diamond chains tangled up, my neck be havin’ orgies (Yuh)
Work all on the table next to scales and the .40
Left the rap alone, ‘cause this rap shit bore me
Now, I’m back with more shit to talk, somebody please record me (Please)

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Rollie on my wrist and the chain got the matchin’ gold
Could catch a bag over here before you catch a cold
We keep our circle glued tight, ain’t no latchin’ on
Boy, we been the shit, bless your heart for just now catchin’ on (God bless you)
I’m from a hood, where the goal is: have a slappin’ phone (Fink-)
Flip a brick, switch whips, then we back at home (Yuh)
And the ones that don’t hustle, they just grab the chrome
Then, we hire them as muscle just to crack a dome (Bop!)
I had to play with fire for this ice (Yuh)
Fuck a ho, I need a supplier in my life (Yeah)
“No, thank you” on them bricks, I retired from the white
That game include too many niggas wired up with mics, uh
My real killas – I don’t ever post (Never)
Just know they all ears when my name is spoke (Yuh)
You better watch the niggas that you playin’ close (Why?)
Them the ones that gon’ spray you if I pay the most

[Bridge: Payroll Giovanni]
Back to the mission, stackin’ a ticket, passin’ in 6’s
Laughin’ at niggas, these bitches actin’ suspicious
In the mansion, we livin’, when work landin’, we flippin’
The chains dancin’ and tickin’, I got a passion to get it (Boy)

[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
I don’t take shots at niggas (Nah)
He feedin’ his family, why would I stop that nigga?
That’s crab shit, a lot of niggas got it and then bash it
You say you had chips but actin’ like you never had shit
In high school, man, they swore it was my dad whip (Ha)
Years later, and they still on some mad shit (Fuck ‘em)
That’s bullshit, I’m on some stackin’, livin’ good shit
Whole crew ballin’ on some Paid in Full shit (BYLUG)