Correction Lyrics It’s Around by Payroll Giovanni

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Cardo Got Wings
Oh, they know that shit around
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I don't sell dreams, ‘cause I'm too busy livin' ‘em
And I don't flash stacks, ‘cause I'm too busy flippin' ‘em (Yeah)
Watch forty G's at the minimum (Forty)
Ask about Pay, since a youngin', I been killin' ‘em (Yuh)
Don't bring dude around me, his vibe – I ain't feelin' him (Nah)
I know a snake before it hiss, when it strike, just hope it miss
I can't hold convos with niggas on that [hobo?] shit
I just used a condo for merch, I'm on some focused shit (Yeah)
BYLUG the label, 2-6 what I'm rollin' with
Pockets on some swollen shit, Patek on some frozen shit (Whew!)
Niggas blowin' money every day, I'm like what goal is this?
Niggas tryna spend the most, I'm out here tryna get the most
Write a check and get a Ghost, on me, you gon' get approached (Yuh)
By a crazy-lookin' nigga, I suggest you pay him, bro (Please)
Lil boys say the most, grown men say the least
Paid the cost to be the boss, got my invoice and my receipt, nigga

Money don't make you no realer
But I rather be a real rich nigga than a real broke nigga
Two choices growin' up: a job or dope dealer (Which one?)
Made myself a boss, I answer to no nigga

I don't need it on the flyer, they gon' know we in town (Oh, they know)
They gon' know we in town (Yeah)
I don't know flash money or guns, but they know it's around (Yeah, they know)
Oh, they know it's around

I fronted work to have-nots, so they can have knots (Uh)
Now, I'm on the Ave in the Benz with the ragtop
Sippin' Louis XIII out a red cup (Yuh)
Plottin' on a black ‘Rrari with the red guts (Yeah)
I was baggin' rigs up way before Exotic started wholesalin'
Saw some different profit (Yuh)
No time for the gossip
Hit me up when you find a better topic
Like how to make money while vacatin' at the tropics (Boy)
I'm on some family wealth shit, you on some all-for-self shit
So, tell me how you broke, but you greedy and you're selfish? (How?)
Let that be a lesson, bruh, you f*ck your own blessings up (You)
Burnin' bridges with niggas that would've helped you level up (Dummy)
Back when I would peddle dust, a nigga used to settle much
Rockin' a rubber band, but wishin' I was Bezel'd up
So, I started grindin' tough, now I'm shinin' diamonds up (Yeah)
Niggas change on you when they see you climbin' up (f*ck ‘em!)

Money don't make you no realer
But I rather be a real rich nigga than a real broke nigga
Two choices growin' up: a job or dope dealer (Which one?)
Made myself a boss, I answer to no nigga

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