Curren$y - Payroll lyrics

(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver) [Verse 1 - Curren$y:] Do this sh**, done that sh** Get in the zone, my homies tell me, run that sh** Buy them Porsches to practice doing donuts in Catwalk model top b**hes we run up in f** 'em, haters saying they don't f** with him Spitta keep it all the way one hundred Highed up to most, they rank under him Smoking on something thunderous Marijuana designer, expensive ganja, b**h You in the month of this I've already picked your gown out, mama You gon' look stunning, b**h Try to feel A1 with this Cinderella nervous, thinking this gon' turn into a pumpkin, chill Long as you ain't rid all of that fronting, we can bail Word to my white walls Keep food in them dog bowls every night It's a fool, it's a war zone, scary sight But it's cool, it's what I call home, jet life In that six where I just rolled past the satellite Dressed to k**, hoping that I don't die Word to Mary, I just bury my problems inside Until they too heavy to carry, then I write these rhymes Chess some game, if I feel that you worth the time If you lame, I just direct you to them exit signs Go back to where you came, squares too scared to get paid with the players They watch from the sideline, they never out there We in it, oh yeah, all conditions gear ACGs, the G is what you see here [Hook x2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:] Oh mane, you know how the game go Counting up this payroll, smoking all the dank, ho Just rolled up another one, stay high and lay low We be on that other sh**, figure y'all the same old, ayo [Verse 2 - Trademark Da Skydiver:] I'm business-minded individual Eating good off rap, I snack on rats and live off my residuals Cooley in the cut, counting blessings and feeling spiritual Get money and chill every day, it's like a ritual Habitual smoker, I stay high off that medicinal kush Cruising through the city, Locing, feeling invincible And the new machine so clean, I'm invisible Behind these dark tints, my n***a, picture that visual Picture me pulling up to a condo with a river view You lames still hating, mane, but we ain't hearing you Here to do what we do, get this money, share with a few n***a been grinding since Timbaland and Magoo was crew Ain't nothing changed but my change, lil homie, my gear is new It's cool, rappers are mad cause the game ain't feeling you Just step to the sidelines, then shift to me and my crew Bad b**hes and sticky, it's your game, she's rolling with me I'm cruising through the city, smoking fifties, we puff like Diddy Really this how I'm living, they lying, they just look silly Still trying to touch a milly before I'm buried in Gentilly I was born to ball, real n***as and b**hes feel me I swear, they gon' have to k** me before I stop making it happen Staying true to my faction, spending Jacksons off rapping I'm saving up all the fragments, running out of places to stack 'em Tre's still 'bout that action for n***as who want to asking, what the f**