"PAYROLL" lyrics

(Know I'm with the TRIPLE B3AM team, bitch)
Woah, woah (BentleyKush)
Woah

Thumbin' these hunnids, I'm stupid with payrolls
I get gouda and feta, I need me my queso
They tried to snitch on the guys, so we gon' have to lay low
Off of codeine, I pour two lines in my Faygo
I'm with my 'migo, we stackin' bricks like Legos, woah
Woah, hit the curb too fast, I'm swervin' in Forgi's
We at his crib masked up like Jason Voorhees
She never leave me alone, told the bitch I'm recording
Woah, pull out the GPS, got lost, I'm swervin'
The birds are out, the birds are chirpin'
Already high as a fuck, pop a Perc', no purpose
(This that gangsta shit right here)
I can't even leave it alone, the stove too hot now
Big AK and a big ass Glock now
We ain't no chefs, lil' nigga, but you could get chopped down
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga? You never broke rocks down
Woah, eight ball, eight ball, eight ball, I'm playin' pool all the time now
Woah, woah, fish scales, I'm finna go out fishin'
Grinch, lil' nigga, I'm stealin' your Christmas
I wash the white girl, we take the snow and rinse it, woah
Ain't even got time for the details, go ahead, Bentley, mix it, woah

Let's go