Swarmz, Bugzy Malone and M24 - Payslips

(Beatfreakz)

Payslips
Runnin' to the money everyday see
You see all the jobs I'm replacin'
If you really want it, we can take it there
We ain't playin' fair, chase us
Federales got me dodgin' cases
But I'm still lightin' up stages
But my niggas still bangin' on the pavement, yeah
On the paigons, yeah
So what you tellin' me?
Had the top floor like in Medellin
Had a bad B lookin' hella sweet
Click-click-click-bang, that's a felony
We roll, nah-nah-nah
Bang-bang on your da-da-da
My money can't go low, nah-nah-nah
And she don't even know, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Roll, money come in on the low
Half of them don't understand dough, dough
Goyard bag full of rolls (rolls)
My nigga bust case
Yeah, yeah, man, I bust case
Half of them don't understand my pain
Before I came out of the grain, eh-eh
'Cause, man, I get paid, oh, yeah-yeah
Man, I get paid
They don't understand, yeah-yeah
They don't understand, yeah-yeah

Yo, yo, yo, Bugz
What you know about runnin' to the bag? (what)
Bugzy Malone, I do laps (yeah)
Like I'm holdin' up the gang with no wap (yeah)
Young Black millionaire, no cap
Multimillionaire, I might add
Now I'm doin' too much, I get gassed (jeez)
Don't throw stones out of a glass house
Cah your likkle greenhouse might collapse
Tell 'em stay safe
Pray to the Lord that I bust case (yeah)
If I'm in the paper, give me the full page (what?)
Publicity monster, we're on a rampage
We break the law, we go to court
In order to get the dough, we'll break the door
I come from the dark, I'll go to war
I've always got the bag, I'm Santa Claus

Roll, money come in on the low
Half of them don't understand dough, dough
Goyard bag full of rolls (rolls)
My nigga bust case
Yeah, yeah, man, I bust case
Half of them don't understand my pain
Before I came out of the grain, eh-eh
'Cause, man, I get paid, oh, yeah-yeah
Man, I get paid
They don't understand, yeah-yeah
They don't understand, yeah-yeah

I'm runnin' to the bag, I just chase guap (guap)
You ain't runnin' to the bag, you just chase fucks (gyal)
Even when I bake off, I still make prof' (yes)
They ain't 'bout it, they come round to weigh shots (uh)
They're scratchin' niggas and gettin' gassed up (fools)
From way back opps been gettin' wap'd up (way back)
Why they act up (yeah), like they match us? (Why?)
Forty 'round my neck, told them boys, "Catch up" (catch up man)
Every-every day I'm runnin' to the bank though (every day)
Every-every day I spend another bank roll (yes)
I don't mind cah I'm gonna make it back yo (make it back)
Shawty fine, she just wanna get her back blown (mmm)
Most niggas cap why they lyin' in their raps though? (Why?)
They just wanna rap, they weren't really on the back road (no)
Fifty on my AP, you know I take the piss (yes)
Before rap, I was out really tryna take the risk

Roll, money come in on the low
Half of them don't understand dough, dough
Goyard bag full of rolls (rolls)
My nigga bust case
Yeah, yeah, man, I bust case
Half of them don't understand my pain
Before I came out of the grain, eh-eh
'Cause, man, I get paid, oh, yeah-yeah
Man, I get paid
They don't understand, yeah-yeah
They don't understand, yeah-yeah

Written by:
Aaron Davis, Brandon Scott, Dorai Harrison, Junior Williams, Obi Ebele, Uche Ebele

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