Harry Fraud - Payroll lyrics

(Verse) Can’t late surveal, momma, what it is? Green peanut bu*ter and tear it and load it in here And sip it in, got a weed for this sh**, Uncle’s no sense for Christmas. Quest that girl, said she be coming with you, but she didn’t, Poor girl slipping, she missed it. f** how we living it, bu*tler’s where I’m living it, No busters my n******gs, all of us authentic. I’ll show you how to pull on the strings like a talk center, All the sh** to ground when the door’s in there My car make the same sound when I start my engine, Pardon me as I write over the margin, open up the market. When I started fearing in my house home box office In the Chevi’ rolling out like the red carpet, Hoes out tonight I wipe down my Ferrari, sponsored links Same old sh** I’m talking, Going down not daying the rawless. (Hook) I never got paid to give a f**, You might as well place another one. I never got paid to give a f**, You might as well place another one. I never got paid to give a f**, You might as well place another one. (Verse) Started out three n******gs who came for business On my kingsize mattress lay my mistress First n******g from my set to make history, I got a b**h, I own my wall, never get me. And my father was a hustler that send me Picture I used a pair of work at my tenth speed Push the wind through, I gotta make the ends meet, But I gotta show, I gotta buy the Fendy. Purchase Louis, they tell me don’t be stupid, I wear my Nike’s I grind on them Gucci Plus the henry came and made me out to luto, The place I call home has turn me to a shooter. Yeah, the hip hop will never be the future Cause I k** for it and spit like I’m toothless But all that fake sh** got me feeling rootless f** you, pay me now, give a f**, sew me. I’m trying to make some bread for my junior, Smelling like a palm of the exclusive I never got paid to give a f**, So I might as well blaze another one. Life, I wrap that sh** for life. I never got paid to give a f**, So you might as well blaze another one.