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Correct On Her Own Lyrics
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Correct On Her Own
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[Intro: Drey Skonie & Payroll Giovanni] Oh, oh Yeah Oh-oh-oh Tell you what I like She the type to get to the paper You know How she got that car Oh, oh Gotta, she gotta That's how you let 'em know [Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni] She only fuck with the best, never settle for less Diamond quality VS, from her wrist to her neck Lames come around and flex, but she never impressed What you spent on that chain, she blow on that summer set And the bags cost a bag, she hurtin' bitches' feelings when she brag The shit that just not gettin', she done had That's her lifestyle, she rock the Rollie with the ice dial Watermark iced out, tellin' niggas to pipe down Tryna ball on her, she gon' ball on you Poppin' bottles ain't new, shit, she pop bottles too She at the crib by two, wake up and handle business Stack her own digits, ain't dependin' on no niggas Classy, but nasty, but you'll never know 'Cause she don't carry herself like a ho, and that's for sure I seen her at the Gucci store, we had the same coat And mines cost me four stacks, yeah, baby ain't a joke [Chorus: Drey Skonie] Yeah, yeah, she done bought the pendants on her own She know how to get it on her own Yeah, she the type to grind even later Always gettin' to the paper (Gettin' to the paper) That's how she got that car own her own How she got that crib on her own Gotta get to the paper, gotta stunt on these haters Yeah, that's how you let 'em know [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] She got her own crib out in the burbs where the lawyers live Gated community, no loiterin', that's order shit Walk-in closet, but she mainly in the office Watchin' her business, makin' sure it ain't fallin' Independent ballin', 'bout to open up a shop The same way I used to get a crop and open up the block But her money all legal, she don't be in the street She don't know who got killed and what crews got beef She ain't out every night all caught in the hype When she out, it's hella rare, she gon' make 'em stare twice Goddamn, she my type, that's the shit a nigga like That make me wanna spoil her and keep her neck bright I swear a boss ass bitch is my kryptonite Against the rules, but you can pull up to my crib tonight And when I met her at the door, she rocked the long Louis coat With some 1942, goddamn, I love you [Chorus: Drey Skonie] Yeah, yeah, she done bought the pendants on her own She know how to get it on her own Yeah, she the type to grind even later Always gettin' to the paper (Gettin' to the paper) That's how she got that car own her own (She got that car) How she got that crib on her own Gotta get to the paper, gotta stunt on these haters Yeah, that's how you let 'em know [Outro: Drey Skonie] Oh, oh Oh-oh-oh She the type to get to the paper How she got that car Oh, oh Gotta, she gotta That's how you let 'em know
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