Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Payroll Giovanni
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dior Giovanni Petty
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm iced up, banded up, Louis down
Sold pills, sold blow, sold pounds
Got money in my city and out of town
I need it all, being broke is for clowns
So I'm plotting on a mill, while I'm glancing at my Rolex
Make money money, take money money
Plotting on a mill, while I'm glancing at my Rolex
Make money money, take money money
Chairs, there's no need for that
'Cause I'm sitting on stacks, bitch, run and tell that
I sold blow, packs, half tracks, 8 balls
Then looked up like oh shit, I'm moving weight, y'all
I done took trips, but not to vaycay
Just for a couple plays, me and my playmate
He count the cash, I hold the strap and watch the pick up
We got bored, so some days, we'd switch up
Now I'm in the club, grabbing on a thick slut
Too much Don P, got me with the hick ups
Told baby girl come on, I'm 'bout to leave
Riding in the Batmobile, ten in my Robins jeans
I was the same when I was broke and bummy
When I got money, everybody else acting funny
And I ain''t even touched a mill yet
Same watch the rappers got, and I ain't even got a deal yet
I'm iced up, banded up, Louis down
Sold pills, sold blow, sold pounds
Got money in my city and out of town
I need it all, being broke is for clowns
So I'm plotting on a mill, while I'm glancing at my Rolex
Make money money, take money money
Plotting on a mill, while I'm glancing at my Rolex
Make money money, take money money
Everybody talking 'bout bricks and coke tales
But can't buy a car, just riding dicks and coattails
Fuck what you talk to me, I'm stalking for more mills
On the phone with money, got more on my voicemail
Used to want to be hood rich, I achieved that
Now I'm on my way to seeing M's, bitch, believe that
**** always talking what they had
Future ain't shit, so they dwelling on the past
My Yae Yae ****'ll spray ****
And my Brightmoor savages'll get out and chase ****
My 4Life partners, some paid ****
When we all cliqued up, you see a bunch of made ****
In 4-1, man, you already know
We some hustling motherfuckers, everything on the floor
Started out spot sitting
Now it's granite marble tops all in my kitchen
Bitches
I'm iced up, banded up, Louis down
Sold pills, sold blow, sold pounds
Got money in my city and out of town
I need it all, being broke is for clowns
So I'm plotting on a mill, while I'm glancing at my Rolex
Make money money, take money money
Plotting on a mill, while I'm glancing at my Rolex
Make money money, take money money
Shit was tight, now it's loosening up
Thinking do I wanna get a coupe or a truck?
I might get the Vette a little closer to summer
Hollar at the plug, try to make him to lower my number
Shit, 'cause goddamn, they be taxing me
I'm making 50 if I sell 20, that's a G
That's a lot of work, I still gotta eat
My daughter and my girl miss me, I be in the streets
I'm riding down 6, then turn down Cruse
In my old school, on some new shoes
All these **** fake, I don't know who is who
They life sad so they give the feds Blues Clues
You squaded on your plug, but I play by the rules
My name good in these streets, ****, Doughboy Scooch
Your girl probably know me by my rap voice
Water diamonds in the bezzle, Blastoise
I'm iced up, banded up, Louis down
Sold pills, sold blow, sold pounds
Got money in my city and out of town
I need it all, being broke is for clowns
So I'm plotting on a mill, while I'm glancing at my Rolex
Make money money, take money money
Plotting on a mill, while I'm glancing at my Rolex
Make money money, take money money
Written by: Dior Giovanni Petty
