Payroll Giovanni - 3 Cell Phones lyrics

Wind up 4-1 move shooting Had a whole thing, but I flew through it Never left the game alone, cause I'm true to it Years later, all these sh** talkers boo-hooing Let me introduce myself, I'm who your boo's screwing I've been going hard for years, get used to it Money first, b**hes later: that makes good sense Break the work down and stuff it in the GoodSense I need it all, let's do it if cheese involved f**ing with weed & raw, it's just in me to be a boss I cop it, then drop it off. That talking dude, knock it off Cause I can chill at a loft while your head gets knocked off I'm speeding through the city streets, pulling up on blocks n***as get in my whip and drop off knots I dap him down, he said he's slappin' now So he gon' need another pound. Bet, call me, I'm around (I'm just) [Hook] Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack) With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap) Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back) Money call him like "n***a, where you at?" (where you at) Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack) With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap) Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back) Money call him like "n***a, where you at?" (where you at) I ain't going home 'til I reach my quota Took my youngin from a zip to copping a quarter (QP) I want to see my n***as progress Your Rolie's ticking, that b**h sending bomb threats Run the streets all day, stomach on E Got money waiting on me, f** if I don't eat Served my mans at the station in Brightmoor Then walked in the store and grabbed a bag of Munchos Hopped in the whip, now I'm on the freeway Banging Blade on my way to P. Play A quick 5 got me feeling kinda bossy Cell phones ringing, that money trying to stalk me If ain't 'bout business, don't call me My phone stay busy (which one?) n***a all three Detroit n***as grind 'til nightfall You lame rapping n***as, we ain't like y'all [Hook] Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack) With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap) Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back) Money call him like "n***a, where you at?" (where you at) Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack) With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap) Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back) Money call him like "n***a, where you at?" (where you at) Made a G before 3, made 3 before 5 Around 6, I'm on the 5 in the 5 counting 5 Bands, plotting with my mans on the money plan Had the youngins on the corner watching for the raid van Trapping wearing Ray-Bans, cause I'm a cool n***a Tell a ho she's nothing to me (b**h), cause I'm a rude n***a Went from the Nike kid to a Louis shoe picker Used to be down, I guess the money was a mood switcher I'm ambitious, mixing blow on clean dishes Came up on you b**hes, made these n***as witness How it's supposed to be done f** who in it, cause we already won I guess y'all talking for fun Y'all can't f** with my son, let alone me "Get money, stay low key" what OGs been told me Keep that 2900 dog, I need the whole 3 Shoutout to the real n***as, f** whoever owe me (Hah, f** all you b**h n***as) [Hook] Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack) With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap) Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back) Money call him like "n***a, where you at?" (where you at) Scrambling through the city for a stack (for a stack) With 3 cell phones on my lap (on my lap) Hoes calling, but I gotta hit 'em back (hit 'em back) Money call him like "n***a, where you at?" (where you at)