Rich Nigga Grin

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
Bitches tryna stress me
Setup hoes tryna sex me
Hating niggas wanna wet me
But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke
Fuck the plug if he holding back dope
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Fuck niggas and fuck these bitches
Man, I switch 'em like whips I don't love these bitches
Baby girl was frowning like she was down dog
Soon as we split up, now she praying on my downfall
But I'm still working, tell these hoes how I came up
Why you run around broke as shit with these lame fucks
Cause everybody off they're had snake tendencies
Boy, you ain't my mans you a motherfucking enemy
Scammed a couple bands on me back when I was 19
Selling caine in Canada, serving all the dope fiends
Tried to put you on, but you turned into a bitch nigga
You prolly wake up and can't look in the fucking mirror
The way these niggas hating you'll think they getting paid
But I know that ain't the case cause they looking like ashamed
I still keep my head up, I still get it in
And hit these niggas and these bitches with my rich nigga grin

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
Bitches tryna stress me
Setup hoes tryna sex me
Hating niggas wanna wet me
But I still got my rich nigga grin(we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Still got my rich nigga grin(we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke
Fuck the plug if he holding back dope
Still got my rich nigga grin(we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Still got my rich nigga grin(we get 'em in, get 'em in)

[Verse 2: Kiddo]
My baby mama tripping say she need some love
I gave her ass a 20, she went to the club
I heard she got drunk, fucking with the scrubs
It's time to stop smiling and put on my mug
Gucci belt, my shirt tucked, I'm looking at the judge
She checking out my tats and now she hold a grudge
She wanna lock me up me up cause I'm a fucking thug
Well fuck you too, let me put on my mug
Walked out the court room, then hopped in the whip
On probation but I'm still smoking out the zip
Bitch get at me, I'm still happy
Cause I make my money stretch like Laffy Taffy
They wanna clap me
Cause they knew I was gonna be a boss since the class of Miss Slappey's
I wanna take the burner from my khakis
But the burner to his acne
But I'ma kill 'em with a grin while I'm up the candle

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
Bitches tryna stress me
Setup hoes tryna sex me
Hating niggas wanna wet me
But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke
Fuck the plug if he holding back dope
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

[Verse 3: Big Quis]
Crispy
This rap shit got us beefing with a bunch of nobodies
We gettin' big nigga, we just opened up for Yo Gotti
My job is making money, making niggas mad is my hobby
How you from the Mile bitch, and you don't know everybody?
You can catch me up at Horney, shooting pool with the OG's
Or on the block pouring shots, back while we roll D's
I tried to be lowkey, but nigga I can't
I'm iced up and ain't a nigga on my team who ain't
They act like we ain't winnin' but I know we ain't losin'
And if we is, I can tell how they bitches be choosin'
I'm in the club, jewels shining, mink on just fooling
And them 4 Life niggas with me, if you try me you stupid
All the rich niggas love us but the broke niggas hating
These stupid motherfuckers really should be proud if we make it
But fuck 'em they just jealous
It ain't shit I can take it
They just gettin' that rich nigga grin
And throw my chain in they faces, for life

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
Bitches tryna stress me
Setup hoes tryna sex me
Hating niggas wanna wet me
But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke
Fuck the plug if he holding back dope
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)

[Verse 4: Doughboy Roc]
I can't give you haters the benefit of the doubt
I got money and her, niggas know what I'm 'bout
But yet they still wanna play
Niggas stress with the K
I remain with a rich grin and nothing to say
Man, these niggas be hating, I can't get to elaboratin'
When I hop in the booth it's all facts, no fabricating
If I rap it, I live it
Hear my laugh for the ticket
Gotta go back to court, in 2 months to get sentenced
And my family don't understand, this life that I'm living
My bitch trippin' and the prosecutors want me in prison
What I'm supposed to do, go give them pussy niggas passes
I got God on my side, so I'ma rise above madness
Made a lot of mistakes, niggas open my eyes
But I'm too real out to this bitch so it was like a surprise
Hit my knees and asked the man above, forgive me for my sins
Pray I get to heaven with my rich nigga grin

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
Bitches tryna stress me
Setup hoes tryna sex me
Hating niggas wanna wet me
But I still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Fuck you jealous ass hoes that wanna see a nigga broke
Fuck the plug if he holding back dope
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)
Still got my rich nigga grin (we get 'em in, get 'em in)