Top Songs By Payroll Giovanni & Cardo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Payroll Giovanni & Cardo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jade Jones
Composer
Dior Giovanni Petty
Composer
Ronald LaTour
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Payroll Giovanni & Cardo
Producer
Antonio "Atone" Turner
Recording Engineer
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I can show you how to get it
And how to make a killing even in the crib chillin'
P's piled to the ceiling
Creepin' on a million, I just smile at the feelin'
Used to cop 8 balls and chop dimes
And take care of the neighbors so they don't drop dimes
All this traffic, they can't park at they own house
I re-up before the last 2 O's out
Take my pros and cop money, then I mix it
And buy a bigger bag, bitch, I'm out here tryna to get it
Now, I can talk politics since I'm clowin'
Like Presidential Rollies I cop from white houses
Heavy on the neck, but my shoes a light thousand
Water on my wrist got these **** throwin' towels in
We some smoove hustlas, y'all go and do the wild shit
This what you do when that work and them pounds in
[Verse 2]
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Let's make a bet, who can stack it up the fastest?
"How he gettin' money like that?", that's what they askin'
I, cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
[Verse 3]
If I was born a square, my life would be simple
But my idols move squares and pounds and pack pistols
Born in this shit, not sworn in this shit
I know where it's cheap and where they pay more for this shit
Use to walk through the hood, now we pushin' Rovers
But selling shit white as dandruff made me look over my shoulder
Packin' mo' heat since the jewels way frozer
No back seat, just two seats and a motor
All eyes on me like Pac
Make knots off blocks, I change phones like socks
I was at the bottom plottin' on the top, rocks droppin' for a watch
Watchin' for the SWAT, building up my stock
Had to get it up, bought a safe, had to fill it up
Vaccum seal it up, then transport it in some kind of truck
Or a Malibu, we 'bout money all on my avenue
We make lil noise and pray them people never have a clue
[Verse 4]
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Let's make a bet who can stack it up the fastest
"How he gettin' money like that?", that's what they askin'
I cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
[Verse 5]
I can show you how to get it
And how to make a killing even in the crib chillin'
P's piled to the ceiling
Creepin' on a million, I just smile at the feelin'
I can show you how to get it
And how to make a killing even in the crib chillin'
P's piled to the ceiling
Creepin' on a million, I just smile at the feelin'
[Verse 6]
Gettin' money
Fuck bitches, gettin' money
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
Cop it, flip it, stack it, stash it
[Verse 7]
If you ain't gettin' money, take your broke ass home
Take your broke ass home
I said, if you ain't flippin' money, get your broke ass on
Get your broke ass on
I said, if you ain't gettin' money, take your broke ass home
Take your broke ass home
I said, if you ain't flippin' money, get your broke ass on
Get your broke ass on
Written by: Dior Giovanni Petty, Jade Jones, Ronald LaTour