Payroll Giovanni - Ignant lyrics

[Hook: Tay B] Money on the floor with it Stack it all up and go real ignant Couple chains on my neck this sh** is ignant You don't even take care of your children Your baby momma mama think you ignant sh**, no matter I just gotta get it Yeah, stack it all up and go real ignant [Verse 1: Tay B] Once you reach the top, this sh** feel different You don't like me but you still just gotta deal with it Cause they don't like me but my music, yeah they still feel it Pockets still on swole, yeah I still get it Remix it twice with the stove [?] Don't talk up on the phone, cause it's real snitches Some of my chicks like my guns, they got real extensions Met her at midnight and f**ed her it only took a minute n***a, it's some sh** that I can show you n***as Pulled up with your b**h, they like no he didn't They want a lower price so they can go somewhere else to get it When n***a, really we the only ones with it Boy, you can't find this who you think you tryin' b**h Yeah, you let me but you must be out your mind b**h I ain't trippin' on the money just the time spend Non chalant b**h, I'm not into nonsense Label tried to offer 50 bands that's like 5 cents Aye, whipped out my dick told 'em sign this They start the song over and hear rewind, b**h And if y'all ain't talkin' M's you wastin' time, b**h [Hook: Tay B] Money on the floor with it Stack it all up and go real ignant Couple chains on my neck this sh** is ignant You don't even take care of your children Your baby momma mama think you ignant sh**, no matter I just gotta get it Yeah, stack it all up and go real ignant No matter I just gotta get it [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] Chains on my neck, this sh** ignant To some this sh** sickening, jealous a** b**hes I'm a Fenkel n***a, gettin' money my religion Told mama, dem ain't no grits that's in the kitchen Mama, I been whippin' tryna get a 'Vette They said I wouldn't be sh**, I gotta win this bet I had beef around the corner so I gotta get a Tec But he know his boundaries, ain't no comin' on my set R.I.P. Rogers, you know we still mobbin' I always been a hustler, while most n***as was robbin' I'm tryna stuff my pockets got no time for the gossip b**hes in my face but they just lookin' for a sponsor Coulda kept it plain but I iced it 'cause I'm ignant Just made a k**ing, when? If you blink you missed it Me winnin' was predicted, some label me a prophet Re-up money on the floor, on the table is the profit n***a