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letra de balcony thoughts - payroll giovanni

[verse]
money right, fam good
now it’s time to boss it all up, yeah, that plan good
takin’ losses, tryna keep my mans good
could’ve knocked me down, but, tall, how a n-gga stood
i could’ve just complained and been a broke n-gga
but i kept my head up and stayed afloat, n-gga
you broke, but rockin’ ice? you a joke, n-gga
one time, i had to sell my watch and cop coke with it
sh-t, i can’t complain
all my losses really was a gain, it come with the game
i just ran it up and bought a chain with the extra change
n-ggas blew they bag on nothin’ b-tches and impressed the lames (lame-ass n-ggas)
i stayed in my lane, found my path, stayed up out the way, told n-ggas, “not today”
i can’t hang with you, nah, i gotta get a knot today
why the onеs that done had a little got a lot to say? yeah
i’m richеr than i ever been and get some sh-t i never had, i did some sh-t i never did
went in ghost mode, got recharged, now i’m goin’ in
b-tches had pandemic babies ’cause his bread was flowin’ in
broke up with the n-gga ’cause it’s gone and he broke again
tell him put my music on and do his best to soak it in
lined up in valet in bentleys, range rovers, benz
carats all over him, it’s hard not to notice him (who that?)
streets got him sh-llshocked, be careful when approachin’ him
kept it presidential since a kid, they should vote for him
if he can’t choose between the two, he buyin’ both of ’em
times changed, he used to ride the bus, now they chauffeur him
[bridge]
yeah, n-ggas feelin’ dumb as f-ck (dumb as f-ck)
we don’t run from sh-t, we just run it up (run it up)
n-ggas feelin’ dumb as f-ck
we don’t run from sh-t, n-gga

[verse 2]
i rather be rich and nameless than be broke and famous
i just left the jeweler, upgraded from the stainless
bosses who i hang with, we be on the same sh-t
bein’ broke ain’t “gang sh-t,” n-gga, that’s some lame sh-t
he ain’t never bust down your wrist? what a shame, b-tch (what?)
paid my dues to this sh-t and told ’em, “keep the change, b-tch”
rap was on the side, cane flips was my main dish
she can see my wrist glow through her céline shades’ tint (god d-mn)
yeah, i’m gettin’ money, what you doin’, n-gga? (what you doin’?)
get some money and stop f-ckin’ with them stupid n-ggas (stupid n-ggas)
that’s how your life end up ruined, n-gga
never slow down for folks, keep it movin’ n-gga
it hurt, but it’s the truth, though
she said it’s somethin’ ’bout me, it’s the coupe, ho (it’s somethin’ ’bout you)
yeah, it’s the coupe, ho
press the b-tton, where the roof go? (voilà)
mama’ll tell you i ain’t playin’ (nah)
f-ck impressin’ y’all, my fam know how sh-t layin’ (yeah)
takin’ care of grown-ass men, that sh-t drainin’ (f-ck ’em)
especially when they ungrateful ass still complainin’
i put that energy into myself
been gettin’ money, now i’m focused on the wealth
go and get your boss so i can hit him up myself
all the extra sh-t let me know you n-ggas [?][2:28] (n-gga)

- payroll giovanni

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