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Payroll
428
Hip-Hop/Rap
Payroll was released on May 24, 2023 by Quality Control Music (Caroline) as a part of the album Payroll - Single
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Release DateMay 24, 2023
LabelQuality Control Music (Caroline)
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Metro Marrs
Metro Marrs
Performer
Mike Dimes
Mike Dimes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marques Smith
Marques Smith
Songwriter
Michael Goode Jr.
Michael Goode Jr.
Songwriter
Evan Weaver
Evan Weaver
Songwriter
Blake German
Blake German
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Digital Sauce
Digital Sauce
Producer
808 Blake
Producer

Lyrics

Cut a bitch on my payroll
High in the hills, but I lay low (lay low)
Too deep in the gypsy rolls
I ask her, "Where you wanna go?" (gypsy rolls)
Count bands till my very last breath
Till my thumbs fall off, till I can't no more (can't no more)
Four wheels, all gas, no brakes
Till the tank on 'E' and we gotta re-up (lay low)
Gas got it stuck and the gas gotta come froze
And the gas gotta loss
You're less than fogged off these drugs (gypsy rolls)
Yeah she rollin up a dollar, she tell her friends to holler
We in California (Yuh), baddies on the roster (Yuh)
Keep me a bitch and I roll me a spliffy
I come from the poorest part this ain't fifty
I got that 40 tone, I'm not trenchin'
Yeah, you a FuCk ****, we can't kick it
Was all in the slums **** tryna make it
Is she from Bermuda or is she Jamaican?
I'm having flavors, but I'm not going vacant
I be workin like I'm building a spaceship
She said I'm her best, I ain't tell her to say it
Got her ass in the strip, now they got her rakin'
She told me put it everywhere except the anus
Shawty a freak, everyday an occasion
Over my eyes and she gettin' naked
Roll me a wood, I'm wakin' and bakin'
Top so good it feel like vacation
If she don't spit it out then I say that she's taken
Cut a bitch on my payroll
High in the hills, but I lay low (lay low)
Too deep in the gypsy rolls
I ask her, "Where you wanna go?" (gypsy rolls)
Count bands till my very last breath
Till my thumbs fall off, till I can't no more (can't no more)
Four wheels, all gas, no brakes
Till the tank on 'E' and we gotta re-up (lay low)
Gas got it stuck and the gas gotta come froze
And the gas gotta loss
You're less than fogged off these drugs (gypsy rolls)
Yeah she rollin up a dollar, she tell her friends to holler
We in California (Yuh), baddies on the roster (Yuh)
Really she just want my guap (uh)
She know them boys on the block (Uh)
Is you gon' love me or not (Uh)? Is you gon' love me a lot?
I drink on whiskey not lean on the rocks
My bitch so ratchet her purse got a Glock
She know I'm hot let me turn it a notch
I need to know if you talked to the opps
'Cause I'm getting over this shit
She only talk to the kid 'cause I'm rich
I don't even chase Henney while I chase a bitch
She do alot for the kid (Uh), I make her feel like the shit (Uh)
Please let me pose for the flick (Uh)
Girl I'm too grown for the tricks (uh)
I plan on dying like this (Uh)
I made a lot cause of this
Cut a bitch on my payroll
High in the hills, but I lay low (lay low)
Too deep in the gypsy rolls
I ask her, "Where you wanna go?" (gypsy rolls)
Count bands till my very last breath
Till my thumbs fall off, till I can't no more (can't no more)
Four wheels, all gas, no brakes
Till the tank on 'E' and we gotta re-up (lay low)
Gas got it stuck and the gas gotta come froze
And the gas gotta loss
You're less than fogged off these drugs (gypsy rolls)
Yeah she rollin up a dollar, she tell her friends to holler
We in California (Yuh), baddies on the roster (Yuh)
(Yuh)
(Yuh Yuh)
Don't know why these **** not feeling me
(Yuh)
(Yuh Yuh)
This my competition? You kiddin' me?
(Yuh)
(Yuh Yuh)
This industry not gon' get ridda me
(Yuh Yuh)
(I don't...)
(Yuh)
Yuh Yuh
Written by: Blake German, Evan Weaver, Marques Smith, Michael Goode Jr.
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