Payroll Giovanni - Hustle Muzik 3 lyrics

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Payroll Giovanni - Hustle Muzik 3 lyrics

[Verse] f** what a n***a say and how a hoe feel To be real, I make more scrill' with no deal To be real, I make more scrill' on blow deals Sippin' on Dom and Cri's when they had more chill I been getting cash, been flipping grams Been had a bag, boy you been broke, you been had a cas' Benz with the tag, offset rims [?] Kids pointhing brat, everytime they see me pa** How I emerge from the trenches Now the watch cost a whole bird on you b**hes n***as think we equal, man a nerve for you n***as I'm sure you heard of me before I heard of you n***as, purppin' a** n***as I took nothing to make something, gotta respect that This motherf**ing game owe me time to go collect that Lost a lil' work in the mill' but I ain't sweat that Just minor setbacks, I know the game so I expect that n***as sittin' round broke, lettin' time pa** Before that I break a O, down to dime bags The first step to gettin' money is just get up off your a** Get your own lane, find the gas then you mash Lame n***as throwing shots, ignore the sh** and laugh Ball on they broke a** that's how you hurt them back Bosses press bu*tons, just sit back no chit chat No who did what, no back and forth you just get clapped b**hes see the coupe and ask me can they come get kidnapped One night and you won't get this b**h back, this sh** facts Two toned Rollie on cause the chains mixmatch Game full of goofy sh**, I'm bout to bring the sh** Boy, I had to rescue my whole family with a half track Told 'em we ain't struggling no more, period that's that I turned my granny house into a spot, Lord forgive me Had her house full of narcotics, cash and semi's RIP my brother RJ, I know he with me He the reason why all them cases and bullets miss me Sippin' on Louie 13 this ain't no Remy In the Hellcat with soft, this ain't no Hemi Drug family, I'm a wise guy You internet n***as ain't connected, you need Wifi Me and Neph somwhere outta town sippin' Mai Tai's Detroit n***a with some California mob ties Where I'm from lil' kids is k**ers, daddy's is dealers Most n***as is fake, sh** some hoes be realer [?] and h**ne so my clothes chinchilla I'm on the grind everyday cause the goal is get her A couple M's, yeah it gotta be a win Top down on the coupe, hair blowing in the wind I'm just tryna make more, way more then I can spend First rule when pushing forward, don't you look back again My past full of scales and O's Now it's sales from shows I bounced back from them L's I rose Two diamond chains on, one white one rose Can tell I don't like pictures, when I strike my pose I'm from a different cloth All these fake k**ers, man you n***as is soft I know exactly who I am, you n***as lost I can pawn a chain and get a brick of soft and get it off The only way I'm splitting profit with you if we split the cost A lot of these n***as remarks, sound how b**hes talk Always got they hand out and wanna know my cash route Wanna know what this cost and how much I did pay for it If you ain't got tough skits and sets you ain't made for it Cash wanna know if we real, I gotta find it out I can't help I'd happed to be, when n***as lying 'bout When you f** me, just know you f**ing with the D Payroll, the one on one, but this is Hustle Muzik 3

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