Home Page »  B »  Brenmar
   

Payroll (feat. Calore) Lyrics


Brenmar Payroll (feat. Calore)

Play me a beat so I feel complete
Like a pancake mix with hoes in the twista
Bis-bisquick never been this thick
How ya think a bad bitch got like this?
Storming the girls, 40 days, 40 nights
And I still got my ten, so a bitch does it right
Pis-pissed in bras like a dog on a lawn
40 inch weave with a golden thong

Who gettin money over here?
Put your hands up!
Who's gettin money over here?
Put your hands up!
Who's gettin money over here?
Put your hands up, put your hands up!
Who's gettin money over here?
Put your hands up!
Who's gettin money over here?
Put your hands up!
Who's gettin money over here?
Put your hands up, put your hands up!

Enter the scene with a billion dollar dream
And a pocket full of sheen
Yes, that bitch looks fearless
Can you feel this beat nigga drum?
Rum-pum-pum-pum make a fat bitch cum, nigga!
This pussy delivers staying moving bricks out of million dollar clits
So you wanna be rich?
Munch on this fist as I rub on my tits!
Broke ass. Ah, ya f..ckin (happy wreck-ed) niggas who ain't gettin money right now
Fuck all y'all (you're ugly)
And it's all about bein ugly (and gettin)
(All this f..ckin money)
I keep the coins in the safe and a nine on my waist
(All this f..ckin money)
I'm really in the day, yo
I could put Jesus on the payroll
(All this f..ckin money)
I keep the coins in the safe and a nine on my waist
(All this f..ckin money)
I'm really in the day, yo
I could put Jesus on the payroll

Pirhannas on the lawn bout to act up
Better call the guards. She's tryna catch a fit
I bet I got a perm that'll make that ass sit, nigga
Got the juice for that ass
Bout to send a clap to your face first class
Bitch I (ate?) this song with a 40 inch weave and a golden bong

Coins, diamonds, jewels, girls
Coins, diamonds, dollars pearls
Coins, diamonds, jewels, girls

Bitch, I own the world
I keep the coins in the safe and a nine on my waist
(All this f..ckin money)
I'm really in the day, yo
I could put Jesus on the payroll
(All this f..ckin money)
I keep the coins in the safe and a nine on my waist
(All this f..ckin money)
I'm really in the day, yo
I could put Jesus on the payroll


Browse: