"Separate" lyrics
Payroll Giovanni & Peezy Lyrics
[Peezy:]
Yeah, Ghetto Rich Niggas
You already know what's goin' on (Let's do it)
Payroll on the mofuckin' beat, nigga (Yeah, yeah, uh)
Havin' way too much paper (Uh huh)
Too much ice (Yuh)
First things first, let's get to work, I done came up, niggas' hurt (They hurt)
Bag touch end of the month, I just re'd up on the 1st (Yeah)
Sippin' out a half-pint, while I cook a half chirp (Drank)
You run off with that work, and your new car gon' be a hearse
Sold a thousand half-moons, now it's stars on my shirt (Givenchy)
Used to ride the Megabus to put new cars on the curb (Yeah)
Bitch, I motivate the ghetto, all my niggas only hope (Facts)
Bitch asked me what's my name, call me anything but broke (Bitch)
Got my feet on niggas neck (Yeah), a kilo on my chest (A ki-)
Got 'bout sixty on my wrist, bitch, this ain't my only kit (Nah)
Let them niggas chase hoes, I sit back and let 'em pick (I'm chillin')
Used to crawl on marble floors when my uncle had the bricks (Yeah)
I'm a legend, I came up out the ghetto, ain't have no choice (Nah)
Starin' at this water on my neck, it got the hoes moist (Wet)
In Miami, drunk as hell, crawlin' out a Rolls Royce (Facts)
I don't use my watch to tell the time, 'cause it's froze, boy
It's time to separate the workers from the bosses (Yeah)
The niggas who be doin' it, and the niggas who just talkin' (Talkin')
The niggas who be bullshittin', and the niggas who be ballin' (Ballin')
The niggas who be dealin', and the ones who doin' fraud shit (Let's separate 'em)
It's time to separate the real from the fake (Yuh)
The ones who happy for us from the niggas who just hate (They hate)
The ones who broke as hell from the niggas who got pape- (Pape-)
Nickel-and-dime niggas from the ones who got weight (Let's get it), bitch
[Payroll Giovanni:]
(4-1)
I don't kill ten niggas in a verse
But I could show you how to make a good ten on the 1st (On the 1st)
I know I could get you whacked with a smirk
But the heat you gon' bring don't even match what you worth (Ain't worth it)
I'm gettin' money, life's lovely, I don't fuck with dummies (Nah)
Jeopardize what I got goin', then get the fuck from me (Fuck on)
We wise guys and organized if we committin' crimes
But we just rhyme, delete that, y'all, I was lyin' (Here we go)
Last spotted in the coupe, flyin'
Pulled up to the club like Buddy Love, got out and skilled the whole line
My pockets used to be swole off of sold dimes
Now, when I wear half my jewelry, it blow they whole mind (Damn)
The only time you niggas on is when you online
Rose gold on, lookin' like I found a gold mine (Yuh)
Baby, I'm Giovanni, I don't need a cosign (Hell nah)
These niggas usin' the work, and me? I sold mines
[Peezy:]
It's time to separate the workers from the bosses (Yeah)
The niggas who be doin' it, and the niggas who just talkin' (Talkin')
The niggas who be bullshittin', and the niggas who be ballin' (Ballin')
The niggas who be dealin', and the ones who doin' fraud shit (Let's separate 'em)
It's time to separate the real from the fake (Yuh)
The ones who happy for us from the niggas who just hate (They hate)
The ones who broke as hell from the niggas who got pape- (Pape-)
Nickel-and-dime niggas from the ones who got weight (Let's get it), bitch
Yeah, Ghetto Rich Niggas
You already know what's goin' on (Let's do it)
Payroll on the mofuckin' beat, nigga (Yeah, yeah, uh)
Havin' way too much paper (Uh huh)
Too much ice (Yuh)
First things first, let's get to work, I done came up, niggas' hurt (They hurt)
Bag touch end of the month, I just re'd up on the 1st (Yeah)
Sippin' out a half-pint, while I cook a half chirp (Drank)
You run off with that work, and your new car gon' be a hearse
Sold a thousand half-moons, now it's stars on my shirt (Givenchy)
Used to ride the Megabus to put new cars on the curb (Yeah)
Bitch, I motivate the ghetto, all my niggas only hope (Facts)
Bitch asked me what's my name, call me anything but broke (Bitch)
Got my feet on niggas neck (Yeah), a kilo on my chest (A ki-)
Got 'bout sixty on my wrist, bitch, this ain't my only kit (Nah)
Let them niggas chase hoes, I sit back and let 'em pick (I'm chillin')
Used to crawl on marble floors when my uncle had the bricks (Yeah)
I'm a legend, I came up out the ghetto, ain't have no choice (Nah)
Starin' at this water on my neck, it got the hoes moist (Wet)
In Miami, drunk as hell, crawlin' out a Rolls Royce (Facts)
I don't use my watch to tell the time, 'cause it's froze, boy
It's time to separate the workers from the bosses (Yeah)
The niggas who be doin' it, and the niggas who just talkin' (Talkin')
The niggas who be bullshittin', and the niggas who be ballin' (Ballin')
The niggas who be dealin', and the ones who doin' fraud shit (Let's separate 'em)
It's time to separate the real from the fake (Yuh)
The ones who happy for us from the niggas who just hate (They hate)
The ones who broke as hell from the niggas who got pape- (Pape-)
Nickel-and-dime niggas from the ones who got weight (Let's get it), bitch
[Payroll Giovanni:]
(4-1)
I don't kill ten niggas in a verse
But I could show you how to make a good ten on the 1st (On the 1st)
I know I could get you whacked with a smirk
But the heat you gon' bring don't even match what you worth (Ain't worth it)
I'm gettin' money, life's lovely, I don't fuck with dummies (Nah)
Jeopardize what I got goin', then get the fuck from me (Fuck on)
We wise guys and organized if we committin' crimes
But we just rhyme, delete that, y'all, I was lyin' (Here we go)
Last spotted in the coupe, flyin'
Pulled up to the club like Buddy Love, got out and skilled the whole line
My pockets used to be swole off of sold dimes
Now, when I wear half my jewelry, it blow they whole mind (Damn)
The only time you niggas on is when you online
Rose gold on, lookin' like I found a gold mine (Yuh)
Baby, I'm Giovanni, I don't need a cosign (Hell nah)
These niggas usin' the work, and me? I sold mines
[Peezy:]
It's time to separate the workers from the bosses (Yeah)
The niggas who be doin' it, and the niggas who just talkin' (Talkin')
The niggas who be bullshittin', and the niggas who be ballin' (Ballin')
The niggas who be dealin', and the ones who doin' fraud shit (Let's separate 'em)
It's time to separate the real from the fake (Yuh)
The ones who happy for us from the niggas who just hate (They hate)
The ones who broke as hell from the niggas who got pape- (Pape-)
Nickel-and-dime niggas from the ones who got weight (Let's get it), bitch
