Payroll
Why these niggas so mad for
Why they hatin' my splash though
Why I'm actin' like an asshole
You supposed to have cashflow
Ring, ring my phone blown
Money trees they been grown
I put myself on payroll
I put myself on payroll
I put myself on payroll
Put myself on payroll
Put yourself on payroll
Pay pay pay pay pay roll
Its paranoia
Anyone'll run up on ya
You got to have soldiers
The streets want ya bread, chick
And marijuana
Jobs ain't shit
They back you to a corner
People can't pay you back
If you a loaner
They wanna hit your blunt
If your a stoner
Playin' games wit your life
Pass the controller
Start your own business
Everyday is Christmas
You know how it feel
Walking down the street
Wit your wrist lit
You know how it feel
To walk in the store
And buy all of it
We ain't boujee
We just stay away from cheap shit
Paycheck ain't cuttin' it
It ain't bringing buckets in
I made money while I chilled
You go to put work in
To live like Uncle Phil
They gon' hate you wen you get it
Just don't get killed
Get attacked when you spend it
Can't give it away
It's all mine
I lived forever in a day
And a day in a lifetime
It's all fine
All of this money on my mind
Employ half the hood
Write em' off during tax time
Put your family on payroll
Put your corner on payroll
Put your city on payroll
Put your state on payroll
Put your country on payroll
Put the world on payroll
I put myself on payroll
Now put yourself on payroll
I put myself on payroll
Put myself on payroll
Put yourself on payroll
Pay pay pay pay pay roll
Why they hatin' my splash though
Why I'm actin' like an asshole
You supposed to have cashflow
Ring, ring my phone blown
Money trees they been grown
I put myself on payroll
I put myself on payroll
I put myself on payroll
Put myself on payroll
Put yourself on payroll
Pay pay pay pay pay roll
Its paranoia
Anyone'll run up on ya
You got to have soldiers
The streets want ya bread, chick
And marijuana
Jobs ain't shit
They back you to a corner
People can't pay you back
If you a loaner
They wanna hit your blunt
If your a stoner
Playin' games wit your life
Pass the controller
Start your own business
Everyday is Christmas
You know how it feel
Walking down the street
Wit your wrist lit
You know how it feel
To walk in the store
And buy all of it
We ain't boujee
We just stay away from cheap shit
Paycheck ain't cuttin' it
It ain't bringing buckets in
I made money while I chilled
You go to put work in
To live like Uncle Phil
They gon' hate you wen you get it
Just don't get killed
Get attacked when you spend it
Can't give it away
It's all mine
I lived forever in a day
And a day in a lifetime
It's all fine
All of this money on my mind
Employ half the hood
Write em' off during tax time
Put your family on payroll
Put your corner on payroll
Put your city on payroll
Put your state on payroll
Put your country on payroll
Put the world on payroll
I put myself on payroll
Now put yourself on payroll
I put myself on payroll
Put myself on payroll
Put yourself on payroll
Pay pay pay pay pay roll
Credits
Writer(s): Torrell Smiley
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