Paid in Full lyrics

[Intro: Helluva]
Like to welcome all my n*ggas from uptown, downtown
In-town, out of town, we got it goin’ on
Helluva made this beat, baby!
We the last 4-1
It’s famous, baby! Here we go!
It’s the world’s famous 35 *inaudible*
All my street n*ggas, all my playa n*ggas
All the n*ggas gettin’ paper
Ladies lookin’ good, fellas bossin’ up, we gettin’ money
Westside, 7 mile, 6 mile, [?], baby

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
4-1
Thinkin’ of a master plan
So, I can hit the dealership with my mans
I need the Benz’s seats tan, and the jewels rose gold
All I need is one plug and two cellphones
I used to sell stones (Yuh) hand-in-hand as a shorty
Couldn’t settle there, I had to elevate my story (Yeah)
We was gettin’ bags back when b*tches wore [?]
All these foreigns in the crew, I hope Trump don’t deport me (Please)

[Bridge: Payroll Giovanni]
Diamond chains tangled up, my neck be havin’ orgies (Yuh)
Work all on the table next to scales and the .40
Left the rap alone, ‘cause this rap sh*t bore me
Now, I’m back with more sh*t to talk, somebody please record me (Please)
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Rollie on my wrist and the chain got the matchin’ gold
Could catch a bag over here before you catch a cold
We keep our circle glued tight, ain’t no latchin’ on
Boy, we been the sh*t, bless your heart for just now catchin’ on (God bless you)
I’m from a hood, where the goal is: have a slappin’ phone (Fink-)
Flip a brick, switch whips, then we back at home (Yuh)
And the ones that don’t hustle, they just grab the chrome
Then, we hire them as muscle just to crack a dome (Bop!)
I had to play with fire for this ice (Yuh)
f*ck a ho, I need a supplier in my life (Yeah)
“No, thank you” on them bricks, I retired from the white
That game include too many n*ggas wired up with mics, uh
My real killas – I don’t ever post (Never)
Just know they all ears when my name is spoke (Yuh)
You better watch the n*ggas that you playin’ close (Why?)
Them the ones that gon’ spray you if I pay the most

[Bridge: Payroll Giovanni]
Back to the mission, stackin’ a ticket, passin’ in 6’s
Laughin’ at n*ggas, these b*tches actin’ suspicious
In the mansion, we livin’, when work landin’, we flippin’
The chains dancin’ and tickin’, I got a passion to get it (Boy)

[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
I don’t take shots at n*ggas (Nah)
He feedin’ his family, why would I stop that n*gga?
That’s crab sh*t, a lot of n*ggas got it and then bash it
You say you had chips but actin’ like you never had sh*t
In high school, man, they swore it was my dad whip (Ha)
Years later, and they still on some mad sh*t (f*ck ‘em)
That’s bullsh*t, I’m on some stackin’, livin’ good sh*t
Whole crew ballin’ on some Paid in Full sh*t (BYLUG)