Payroll - Metro Marrs & Mike Dimes

Smoke hot up inna my brain (my brain) Cya trick wid unno mind game (mind game) Violate who? You sick? Killa murder you bumboclaat Oye man take you diss and deal with it Smoke hot up inna my brain (my brain) Cya trick wid unno mind game (mind game) Violate who? You sick? Killa murder you bumboclat And you cya too real with some a them Them will kill you If a me Me play the mind game And just know jah will forgive you Dem man deh never cuss a badword Neven weed them man deh smoke A wha them do Flat pon them face deh pon video Dem deh thing deh only get me paro Up inna skitso Sake a so me deven roll without the bomber (man charge) Take wa kinda check The van guard Eye deh on the pussy dem wha come around and dem a draw card Thank God we nuh licky gut Nah poison you eat it first Skeptical especially now a days with who me give me trust Them a hate like say them get a medal So me know it serious File 13 them want me dead Them never wa see me buss Fuck up and mash up Back against the wall That them wa fi see bruk and we hungry no money at all Park up somewhere and a wait A beg unuh fly up the gate Ring unuh mumma gravity nah make me fall Me tired a the same old Get a payroll Member used to beat the same clothes Now the games closed And them make it hard fi we See we come out with a scratch Nuh give a fuck Gun to me head I ain't giving up Keep you head above Stay a float Wul the faith bro We dem wha fi drop a jailhouse Because them played out And them wish fi tragedy jah take we out without a scratch Nuh give a fuck No other competition Who nuh drop, dead a carcass Me jump take the shot and lock mi eye Me know that nah miss Rimless, Fucking best Cya test, the king blessed Make no sense choose none Said pussy them have new interest Lawd man inna concert Park wonder a wha keep Born a Kingston, St Catherine look like me cya peak Weh dem a do try sneak Run up, but me nah sleep Go round the block Try pass me or do that fi throw dem off beat Faster than them Wiser than them Stronger than them (yeah) Cash that a the hot topic a money we a deal with Me tired a the same old Get a payroll Member used to beat the same clothes Now the games closed And them make it hard fi we See we come out without a scratch Nuh give a fuck Gun to me head I ain't giving up Keep you head above Stay a float Wul the faith bro We dem wha fi drop a jailhouse Because them played out And them wish fi tragedy jah take we out without a scratch Nuh give a fuck Empty the top, don't come inno Faster than them Smarter than them Wiser than them Stronger than them yeah Cash that a the hot topic a money we a deal with Smarter than them Faster than them Wiser than them Stronger than them yeah Cash that a the hot topic a money we a deal with

This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe Ain't none of this shit rented Servin' vicious, fuck your favorite rapper, hope he get offended I was trippin' off that hoe before, but promise I ain't trippin' I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin' (designer) Got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (nah) Drop a song and your status went nada (nah) In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (yeah) I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard, greens Homie outside with Alicia, Keys I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (yeah) Root of all evil what got me 'em tickets at Regal So fuck what's illegal I'm different, I really ain't get a handout I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (on gang) I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen All the moles 'bout all my songs, screamin', "Fuck your opinion" No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin' It's fuck everybody, the way I been feelin' I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (on God, on God) So they down for a threesome, nigga (on God) This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level Switch a Lambo' for a Chevy, back seat heavy from that heavy Want a bad bitch with the fetti, when she ready, bitch, I'm ready Fuck the sex, I want that Becky, gimme Becky if you let me I whip slow, my cook game steady, turn that boy into spaghetti I could ask a partner in my camp to handle somethin' They just do it like they beefin' with the dealers, uh (yeah) Bitches poppin' pussy for the same skinny nigga droppin' music Ain't nobody have belief it (yeah) Took a couple Ls, I ain't tweakin' (tweakin') I got money to help all my reasons (yeah) I got shorties from all major regions I jumped in the water and claimin' the deep end (hold on) Different Money I'm countin' on shorties I'm poundin' on I know them niggas is pissed I'ma put a new Patek on by my bitch silicone Then I'ma double again Niggas ain't solid, I don't claim a friend Because when I was knockin', you ain't let me in Niggas lose vision all over the pussy Respect the whole gang 'fore a blue Benjamin Witness, everyone say that I'm up I was stuck at the bottom, you ain't give a fuck I don't care for a bitch, I ain't searchin' for love And I ain't trust a soul if he ain't from above I ain't surfin' the wave, I got lost, fuck a brush When I got in the game, I was shit out of luck They would look at my pain and they ain't help me up If you mention my name, say, "I don't give a fuck" (bitch) This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level

Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin' (huh?) Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (bitch, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' (nothing) Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (uh, bitch, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, there's another nigga hating, it ain't no debating My vision get clearer, them niggas keep fading, hol' up Show you how we finna play it I get me a bag, hit a foreign location Where he at? Prolly bein' complacent Where I'm at? Counting up in the basement 10 bands, 20 bands, 30 bands Hunnid bands every other occasion, uh My bitch need no beverage, uh My dick got electrons, uh Come over, give you a lesson Corrupt for class presi' 'cause I'm always present I-I do what I preach, I'm a certified reverend They dance in they seats when they notice my presence The real MVP was a lil' adolescent, got rich, and now Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin' (huh?) Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (bitch, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' (nothin') Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' (bitch, it's nothin') Bitch, it's nothin' (yeah, it's nothin') Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, this phone keep buzzin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin' (uh) And they heard Mike known to get bodies at the door For sure, I don't think a nigga ever could go broke I'm on, put some, uh-uh, in my cup and watch a nigga get throat Pay the price, get no advice from any nigga, I'm grown Swipe the Visa, I won't trip about shit, I'ma leave ya (I'ma leave ya) Tell me secrets, shawty a demon She tryna get her some kids from my semen I just went crazy, life hit a 180 (180) From the shade, now everybody move shady Lifestyle turned "Fuck you, pay me" Wipe me down, lil' bitch, I'm lazy, sorry, lady I'm focused, need promotion, she just a game, need a token (token) She stroking on my, uh-uh, won't kiss and tell on some ho shit The industry my bitch and they make me feel so important They know I get shit lit, they on my phone, I had to tell 'em This bitch is buzzin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin' Two-four-seven, these racks keep comin' Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Bitch, it's nothin' (uh) Yeah, it's nothin'

What's up with that weed man We blowing trees Money from these hoes man That's what I need What's up with that weed man We blowing trees Money from these hoes man (ayo Schim run that shit back) They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker Clientele all on my phone I went to Venice just to bone her and end up taking shawty home I got bitches on my dick, won't leave me lone' I keep it player I ain't worried 'bout a hater they gon' talk too much (What's up with that weed man) I'm the biggest fucking guppy in the tank, lil' baby You need a ticket just to get a up in the place, lil' baby I make a ticket every city in the states, lil' baby I'm the shit prolly' how I got the stench, but lately I been on the road for the riches Tryna' double all my expenses I ain't never gon' fall of a pivot (straight up) But I'ma' prolly' be trippin' if I hear one more description About a nigga having me and some lame in the same sentence, nigga (What's up with that weed man) 'Cause I ain't even like that boy Probably couldn't even write with the boy Be mean all night to the boy Fee-fi-fo-fum, I up this (shhh) and change the height of the boy Swear they don't know me, don't wanna meet the old me They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker They try to tell me I'm a tailor, gangster, but I do it major Weed, head, but I be with bangers Why you talking to the coppers, not us Why you trynna' stop us? On them shrooms, we ain't pill poppers Wanna book me, fly me private baby Ride me baby, from the burb where they grimy baby I been looking shiny lately, what the time say? I can't even see the face Stars in the roof make her think I'm outer space They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper (yeah) Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker I got options Big 40 on my waist, feelin' cuffed I'm on gas, bitch I'm coughing, what you need though? I got hoes, pistol totin', moon walkin' till their knee's sore Drank up in my gut and in my pee hoe Shoot the shot like free throw Tryin' shit, not me though Drank's in my tee, hoe Big mac and my heat close Get popped through that peephole They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker

One One (one, one, one, one, one, one, one) One boy run up, two boys get done up Three women weep, all for the come up Five cops, lookin' for someone Three new arrests, two ain't even done' none (Shh) That's rule number one (Shh) Rule number one, never leave your front door without a gun I ain't no killer but don't push me, I'll be reachin' for my fun shit My money long now I can get a nigga done 'Cause most of these niggas pussy And most of these niggas broke A few of 'em might dance but none of 'em toe to toe I'm too worried 'bout the money to be fuckin' wit' y'all Y'all too worried 'bout the bitches, y'all priorities off If they catch you with the pistol, hit the bushes and toss If they pull you over, hit the gas and get lost, get lost In a world where the world win Make me wanna spin a nigga block like a whirlwind I used to have a heart now it's lost, but I'm searching (Dot, dot, dot, dot) still searching One boy run up, two boys get done up Three women weep, all for the come up Five cops, lookin' for someone Three new arrests, two ain't even done' none (Shh) That's rule number one Never leave a holder keep a hush (shh) Rule number one They kiss and tell so much, they all got thrush Everybody got images, everybody got problems Everybody gon' tell on you, never spill out yo' problems Give a nigga a bottle of water they want the sea Give a nigga a honeycomb, prolly gon' take yo' bees Life ain't never been free, everybody got fees Leave my house, I got my pistol, if it jam I won't leave How my life could turn to this, I'm in a white community Guess the money all the same from the hill to the streets Every beat that I felt was raising my clientele Every brick that he felt was raising his clientele Life get closer to them Heaven gates every time you raise hell Let's just pray that the circle you claim don't go and tell 'Cause that's One boy run up, two boys get done up Three women weep, all for the come up Five cops, lookin' for someone Three new arrests, two ain't even done' none (Shh) That's rule number one