Paid In Full

(album: Ghetto Rich Niggaz - 2020)

[Helluva:]
Like to welcome all my niggas from uptown, downtown
In-town, out of town, we got it going 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 [?]
All my street niggas, all my playa niggas
All the niggas getting paper
Ladies looking good, fellas bossing up, we getting money
Westside, 7 mile, 6 mile, [?], baby

[Payroll Giovanni:]
4-1
Thinking 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 getting bags back when bitches wore [?]
All these foreigns in the crew, I hope Trump don't deport me (Please)

Diamond chains tangled up, my neck be having orgies (Yuh)
Work all on the table next to scales and the .40
Left the rap alone, 'cause this rap shit bore me
Now, I'm back with more shit to talk, somebody please record me (Please)

Rollie on my wrist and the chain got the matching gold
Could catch a bag over here before you catch a cold
We keep our circle glued tight, ain't no latching on
Boy, we been the shit, bless your heart for just now catching on (God bless you)
I'm from a hood, where the goal is: have a slapping 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)
Fuck 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 niggas 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 niggas that you playing close (Why?)
Them the ones that gon' spray you if I pay the most

Back to the mission, stacking a ticket, passing in 6's
Laughing at niggas, these bitches acting suspicious
In the mansion, we living, when work landing, we flipping
The chains dancing and ticking, I got a passion to get it (Boy)

I don't take shots at niggas (Nah)
He feeding his family, why would I stop that nigga?
That's crab shit, a lot of niggas got it and then bash it
You say you had chips but acting like you never had shit
In high school, man, they swore it was my dad whip (Ha)
Years later, and they still on some mad shit (Fuck 'em)
That's bullshit, I'm on some stacking, living good shit
Whole crew balling on some Paid in Full shit (BYLUG)