Cardo, Payroll Giovanni & Larry June – Stats lyrics

[Intro: Larry June]
Aye, what’s up wit it, bitch?
Yeah, back on dat mu’fuckin’ playa shit, nigga
Know what I’m saying? (Cardo Got Wings)
Good job, Cardo
Numbers, aye aye aye aye
Man, and bitch, I need all that
Don’t... Nah... Don’t... Nah... Keep... All o’ dat, yeah
Game related, bitch, yeah, aye aye aye aye

[Verse 1: Larry June]
First off (first off), let me talk my shit (let me talk my shit)
Rule number one: never pay dat bitch
If this don’t work, I’ll weigh dat shit (I'll weigh dat shit)
Nigga want action? I’ll weigh dat fifth (off top)
You hang wit a snitch? Then you prolly snitchin’ (off da dribble)
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my chicken, bitch, my palms is itchin’
Why buy da whip if I can lease it? (lease it)
If I want it, lil nigga, I’ll keep it (I'll keep it)
And my credit card metal, that’s a amex
My stock rims on da Benz mo’ den 8 stacks (off da dribble, nigga)
Err err, nigga, you don’t wanna race dat (nigga, gone)
Thirty in the oowap, where his face at? (off da dome)
Nigga actin’ kind of fishy, where his case at? (where his case at?)
Lil nigga just a needle in da haystack (bitch nigga)
And a bucket-head rat, never chase dat (never, never, never)
I’m bettin’ twenty-thousand dollars at da racetrack

[Chorus: Larry June]
Game related (related), we get hella paper (yeeeah)
Hella hoes, but we never save ‘em (aye aye aye aye)
Never hatin’ (hatin'), numbers calculatin’ (calculatin')
You wanna leave, bitch? Be on yo way (adio)
Bitch, g-a-m-e, g-a-m-e
Bitch, g-a-m-e, g-a-m-e

[Verse 2: Payroll]
4-1
Rule number one: don’t buy no work (buy no work)
From no nigga ‘til you weigh dat first
I was buying half ounces, praying for chirps
Until then, I ain’t complainin’, I’ma make this work (yeah)
You servin’ out yo car? Dude, listen to me (listen to me)
Never let a customer get in yo backseat
You gone turn around for cheese – to a pistol in ya face
When in front of dat pistol, dat shit could end up either way
So, you got robbed, now, it’s dem or time
Or the other robbin’ niggas gone think that’s fine (he sweet)
Even though these scums drop ten on a bum
I guarantee the killa gone be where da nigga from (yuh)
Keep yo relationship witcho plug
Always one hunid, show respect and love (always)
Never know who you gone need (you never know)
So, never burn no bridges in these motherfuckin’ streets

[Chorus: Larry June]
Game related (related), we get hella paper (yeeeah)
Hella hoes, but we never save ‘em (aye aye aye aye)
Never hatin’ (hatin'), numbers calculatin’ (calculatin')
You wanna leave, bitch? Be on yo way (adio)
Bitch, g-a-m-e, g-a-m-e
Bitch, g-a-m-e, g-a-m-e

[Verse 3: hbk]
You should lay up off the drugs you take and sell ‘em
‘Cause er’time I see you, it look like you need some helpin’
I keep my mouf closed, eyes open, snakes – I smell ‘em
It be the brokest niggas in the room do all the yellin’
You a bitch nigga, walking freely off, I’m tellin’
You movin’ like you should?, but best bet is guard your mail-in?
I be buyin’ foreign clothes, it’s hard for you to spell it
Bitch, farfetched, takin’ so long to mail ‘em
Look, since a kid, teacher sent me to the principal for talkin’
That’s why I’m ‘bout my business, from them trips to the office
Rap is slowing up, I need some bitches to auction
Froze up, we make it look like Christmas in August
‘Cause this dat game related shit
You get her drunk just to slay da bitch, I’ll fucking never pay for it
I’m always seen in da latest shit
A nigga carry too much paper ‘round me, might as well staple iiiiit

[Chorus: Larry June]
Game related (related), we get hella paper (yeeeah)
Hella hoes, but we never save ‘em (aye aye aye aye)
Never hatin’ (hatin'), numbers calculatin’ (calculatin')
You wanna leave, bitch? Be on yo way (adio)
Bitch, g-a-m-e, g-a-m-e
Bitch, g-a-m-e, g-a-m-e
What’s hannin’?