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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Payroll Giovanni
Payroll Giovanni
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dior Giovanni Petty
Dior Giovanni Petty
Songwriter
Reuel Ethan Walker
Reuel Ethan Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Payroll Giovanni
Payroll Giovanni
Producer
Reuel StopPlaying
Reuel StopPlaying
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Reuel, stop playin' with these ****
[Verse 1]
Marble floor dreams, 9k on jeans
Sixty pointers on sleeves, Double M on the keys
Baby, these **** ain't me
So I'm hard to get over
Flip work, get rovers
Was the model they showed us
Whole fit Rick Owens
Fuck the **** that owe us
Tennis chain full of boulders
Black truck full of soldiers
Trail in back of the Bach
I had to manage a stack
To graduate to a hundred ball, a mill after that
Fenkell Ave. on the tats
The crib deep in the burbs
I paint pictures wit' raps
It's like they seein' the words
From a P to a bird
From a bird to legit
I had to curve yo' bitch
Somehow she still on my dick
Rollies still on my wrist, it's millions to get, I'm livin' this shit
A broke circle, I don't fit in the shit
Flippin' every cent tryna get richer then rich
I used to push my mama Pontiac but pictured a Bent'
I sold work out my mama whip while she was at work
Been a hustla since birth
It's a gift and a curse
Just bought the wife a Birk'
Spent yo' ice on a purse
You be chasin' hoes wit' thirst
I'd rather put the money first
Built this shit from the dirt
Now this shit colossal
Broke **** leave me boggled
All you **** do is follow
We deep in this shit, hella deep, CELINE goggles, yeah
I don't fuck wit' a lot 'cause alotta **** fake
Behind yo' back they a snake but they smilin' in yo' face
I ain't never needed no affiliation to get pape
The man in the mirror is who keep all my shit straight
Fuck a big break, I made a mill' off a mixtape
Before I'll be a slave, I'll disappear and just ship weight
Keep my circle tight 'cause **** leeches and hoes
Nowadays you might be teachin' a foe
Get dough and keep reachin' yo' goals, ****
Fuck the struggle, shit, double chips, get the ball again if you fumbled it
Fuck the humble shit
I wish god gave me another wrist, just so I can flood it, bitch
Boy, that shit you flashed to me ain't shit, go pay some fuckin' rent
Get out that bitch house
Since a youngin', it been new coupes, Rollies, and big house
Took my family to a steakhouse and told 'em, "Pig out"
Sippin' a Mexican mule, laughin' wit' the wrist out
Where a surgeon would dine at for anniversaries
I'm frequently at, rockin' a Rose Anniversary
Yeah
I'm frequently at, rockin' a Rose Anniversary
Bitch
Buy love
Not playin'
Colossal Gio, bitch
Written by: Dior Giovanni Petty, Reuel Ethan Walker
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