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Cardo, Payroll Giovanni & Larry June
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[Intro: Larry June] Yeah, game related shit, nigga Check, numbers Nigga, when you get it out da mud, nigga Shit just feel different, nigga, you know what I’m sayin’? You don’t know how I feel now ’bout them mufuckin’ foreigns Nigga, 2019 and shit, nigga Beatin’ they ass, you know what I’m sayin’? Sun’ slight, aye, aye, aye, aye What’s hannin’? [Verse 1: Larry June] Slidin’ through da tsa, I need all hunids Lookin’ like da president, black car pullin’ up Stopped by da hotel, nigga had to freshen up Four-hunid dollar cologne, but dat ain’t really nun’ Niggas talkin’ ‘bout dey havin’ money But they really frontin’ I ain’t really wit da small talk, baby, run it up Gotta keep it movin’, if you stop, it’ll slow you up Ten, twenty, thirty, bitch, I need a hunid Gotta move smart, gotta stay on yo’ toes Give a fuck what you talkin’, I need all of my dough Give a fuck ‘bout a show, I got six ways Give a nigga two months, and Imma have eight What’s hannin’? Sippin’ on a big mojito in San Diego They know every verse I drop be fuego Fuck all dat lil nigga shit, we need big bank Don’t hit my phone, talkin’ ‘bout, “where da bitch at?” What’s hannin’? [Verse 2: Payroll] 4-1 Never got a cap and gown, instead, I sold crack in pounds In-between slappin’ brown, never see me backin’ down Now, we all legitimate, yeah, we onto bigger shit Drink some Louis wit me, two-fifty fo’ a sip o’ this Louis jeans, expensive kicks, pullin’ off in tinted whips Niggas flaked me, but honestly, Ion give a shit Never used a nigga name just to gain a lil fame All you niggas, male-groupies runnin’’round hella lame Me? I’m in my own lane, Rollie cost a whole thang Get a hunid, move a hunid, nigga, that ain’t no thang I was on my knuckles, out of options, then the load came By the time I was through wit ‘em, then some mo’ came Gotta watch yo’ nigga that ain’t clappin’ ‘cause you bigger Yo’ nigga could be yo’ killer, then killers gone kill yo’ nigga Move swift and cautious, sold game around bosses Then you too can get iced-chains and crosses [Verse 3: hbk] Meet a person, if you talkin’ numbers – fuck da main line I know some niggas ballin’, and they strugglin’ at the same time I learned a lot of shit, so listen up, I’m givin’ game now Just soak it up and don’t complain about hearin’ da same rhyme A bitch played me years ago to fuck wit a lame guy Now, she wanna fuck? I’m cool now, because she ain’t fine A good game, (...), I’m beatin’ her by a park Tinted-glass, all you see is diamonds blingin’ in da car A pistol on deck, I need it - I'm a star(?) Big. 40 on my mans, and he gone bring it in da bar I’m scoopin’ up cheese, she gone bring it when I park Den do this shit tomorrow and repeat it after dark Da piece hit a dummy(?), got a finger-ring on da way Yo’ bitch can’t stop thinking how this ding-a-ling gonna taste To have my hands, you’ll cut yours I count Ben Franks, you count Mount Rushmores It’s a difference, uh
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