Payroll

[Intro: Hakeem]

Empire!

[Verse 1: Hakeem and Blake]

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to set it straight

I make this paper, yeah, come to me, I never chase

Hakeem the one to beat, get at my rank

I'm laughing at all the joker, all the way to the bank

'Cause I got money to blow, the closest you got is a candle

Make a wish on the low, so you can be half as dope as a snatch and flow

It's in my blood

Cracking these styles is in my sleep, yeah you know

Run it to the bank right

[Bridge: Both]

Ain't got no worries

I get this money (I got it!)

Pockets heavy and I'm going crazy

Yeah, get with these honies

Get more than Brody (I got 'em)

Drop 'em quick, yeah I'm running

[Hook]

Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it

Run it, Run it, run it to the bank 'cause I'm

Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin'

Stuntin', Stuntin', got to get my ice tight

[Verse 2: Blake and Hakeem]

You can't touch me, or you gon' get burned

I'm too hot, make a fire look like an intern

Ain't a liar, it's best you make a U-turn

'Cause our flame getting in their feelings like heartburn

Stuck out like a sore thumb

Been in these streets, thugging out for my income (They didn't believe me)

Ain't no daddy to hold me down, but the kid dumb

Mama told me to pray, get all your dreams done, yeah

Cocky, they call me Rocky, champion yeah

I'm too high, just too fly, got me light in the air

Never hear my moves, I'm so silent in scares

When I'm silent with my feet, trying to put two in jet

Faithfully get this money, my hood never leave me lonely

Tattooed on my back, yeah, I take 'em to where I'm going

The top is the only place that I'm living at

I go hard for my city forever, running to the bank like

[Bridge: Both]

Ain't got no worries

I get this money

Pockets heavy and I'm going crazy

Yeah, get with these honies

Get more than Brody

Drop 'em quick, yeah I'm running

[Hook]

Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it

Run it, Run it, run it to the bank 'cause I'm

Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin', Stuntin'

Stuntin', Stuntin', gotta to get my ice tight

[Verse 3: Shyne]

I step over the threat

Papa New Guinea, head hunter, Russian roulette

I'm Phillip Morris and Chuck Norris, and King Tut

You rolling with the kids with the keys to the kingdom

Freedom

We do whatever we want, we got it

While you sitting in silence like Twenty-One Pilots

I'm addicted to violence

We should form an alliance

And call it Serial Killer

Cartel capitalism

Send Shyne to get 'em, commit 'em to the psych ward

They crazy, acting like they want war

The 80's is back when it come to that, broad daylight

This ain't no Call of Duty, no regenerated life

Incinerate a body, then I hide it in plain sight

I make the city riot, I can give it the green light

'Cause I'm just getting started

'Cause everything starts in the heart of the artist, for my dearly departed