Payroll (feat. Ex2)

T-T-Talkin' bout the drip yo it cost 950 Talk behind my back they ain't face to face wit me They tell me that they ridin' but they ain't really with me They say they wanna piece so I tell em come and get me Weren't fuckin' with the wave until i hit the grave Now they screaming out my name leavin' hearts all on my page They thought that I was lame before I hit a stage Now they thinkin' we the same cuz I blew up and didn't change Lie about they chain They lie about they neck They cap about their wrist And they cap about a bitch Cappin' bout this shit it got you lookin like a bitch Nah it's love for all my bros I'm not you I didn't switch Bro steady flexin' like he got them bags You got no hoes in the section how you talk like that Now you talking that shit like you got full mags But you really just a bitch how you rockin the drag If a move's made then it happen cuz I say so If you want proof go and check the payroll Fuckin' up the shit man that's why your pay's low Now Im out securin' bags that's a whole pay load Yeah Hit a lick for a fuckin' bankroll Fuckin' on a bad bitch she ain't on the payroll Yeah Put an F&N to the peephole, I know that she wanna ride Slide to the left, slide to the right Glock got a beam at night, yeah wow Glock got a beam at night, yeah She wasn't always pretty Gotta dock in the city 15 for the new titties Better not get lip wow Comin' with 1, leaving' with 2 Got lil bitches that wanna come through I do not shop at the Rue I got Dior like The Woo All of these hoes come in twos, yeah All of these hoes come in twos, yeah yeah yeah I can see that ass from the front Zaza in a blunt Left the hoe on read all month, all I want from her is some mouth Arch that ass up from the south to the north yeah Ooo Woah