[Intro: Payden McKnight]
Y-yo
Payden McKnight, ay

[Chorus: Payden McKnight]
Ay, I shoot you clean with my barrel
Make you lose feeling way down to your marrow
Skele-boy got you with his bow and arrow
Counting up stacks it's my stacks of dinero
Ay, I shoot you clean with my barrel
Make you lose feeling way down to your marrow
Skele-boy got you with his bow and arrow
Counting up stacks it's my stacks of dinero

[Post-Chorus: Yung Lambo]
Ay, I shoot you clean with my barrel
Make you lose feeling way down to your marrow
Kidnap you [?]
Counting up stacks it's my stacks of dinero
Ay, I shoot you clean with my barrel
Make you lose feeling way down to your marrow
Kidnap you [?]
Counting up stacks it's my stacks of dinero

[Verse 1: Yung Lambo & Payden McKnght]
Making money, making dinero
Put you into the ground like a pharaoh
Got the drip and got the sombreros
Throw your ass into the wheelbarrow
Wish you had the money I had
See my money and you get very mad
I am a giant, you are a wee lad
So broke you can't afford no pad
Covered in riches in [?] dollars
Covered in riches, your money is smaller
I am a baller you are a [?]
Came from nothing I came from the squaller
Never thought I'd get this far
Now I measure my success in fancy cars
Never thought we'd win, now I know who we are
Made it so high I can see the stars (Y-yo, ay)
Make you lose faith
You [?] my race
[?] I face
Ay, ay
This was the way
She boutta pray
The girl in my bed
Ay, ay
Born in this back now I'm [?]
Got 'em to go back there's no need for hustling
Eat it up, eat it up, back it, I'm [?]
If she don't like me then she must be broke for it, ay
I boss it up, boss it up, boss it up
Makin' these millions, I ain't gotta fund it
Chasin' a bully [?] after I [?]
She a faker but I might as well trust it
[?] that drip ain't got time for that, ho
If you got a problem then you gotta go
Let's take it out back behind the grocery store
You don't [?] lil boy, you slow
Crap, crap, slap, choke, shut up, bitch, sex
Try to mess with me, you get annexed
Bands on bands on bands on bands
Hop on out the whip 'fore I shoot up on your mans
Pistol go bop bop bop check your plans
I'm a killer like Ghostface flex-tang clan
Payden shut up I'm tryna do a verse
Cut me off and I'll put you in a hearse
Try to make money you Uno reverse (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
When you get off the stage the crowd disperse
I'm whippin', I'm crippin'
Pull my trigger, now you trippin'
Got lean in my cup, I'm drippin'
Got the water out the tank I'm pimpin'
Like
[Chorus: Payden McKnight]
Ay, I shoot you clean with my barrel
Make you lose feeling way down to your marrow
Skele-boy got you with his bow and arrow
Counting up stacks it's my stacks of dinero
Ay, I shoot you clean with my barrel
Make you lose feeling way down to your marrow
Skele-boy got you with his bow and arrow
Counting up stacks it's my stacks of din-

[Bridge: Payden McKnight & Yung Lambo]
Stacks on stacks of dinero
Stacks on stacks of dinero
Ay
I shoot you clean with my barrel
Make you lose cool, ay
Are you done

[Verse 2: Yung Lambo]
I'm making dinero, making stacks
I earn the crack then smoke the racks
Fall of, I'll never make you come back
WT takes off his mask
It's Danny
I fucked your granny
I fucked my Grammys
I'm from Miami
Smoking, eating Cheetos, and masturbating
Mess with me, I give you a bad rating
Shred you with the cheese grating
A blood speeding up while circulating
I am the farmer, you are the tractor
Leave you in the barn because you are not a factor
Booed offstage because you are a bad actor
Build myself a statue, gotta call the contractor
Drown you in the pool at YMCA
Run you down over the railway
Don't mess with me because I don't play
Wake up tomorrow and it is a new day
It's a new day
It's a new day
I feel so betrayed
But I can't stay in the alleyway
It's a new day
It's a new day
I feel so betrayed
Gotta climb up the stairway
[Verse 3: Payden McKnight]
I'm a two-stepper, we like cabbage
I feel like 21 'cause I'm a savage
I made this beat but I also be rappin'
Workin' the ground and it's just a habit
They wanna hate because I lit the madness
They finna see me at stadium status
I never tipped, all my brothers they stackin'
Money on money, I'm gettin' this cash-in
Nobody liked it when Payden was trash and
Nobody liked it when Payden was fire
Now I be here with Mosquito Disease
And we wreckin' the game we gon' make it [?]
We goin' up high like radio flies
We [?], don't [?] me like [?]
We always be grindin' we pullin' all-nighters
We never get tired, we cuttin' the wire
We cuttin' [?] red like it's Pokemon
She gave me head until I had to wash it off
Facin' [?] and we behavin' like a wasp
Pull up with the hive and you k we shoot 'em up
I got the perkies I'm takin' em fast
We with the flex gang, we the new path
We goin' first, we never goin' last
We pumpin' out bangers and we never lack
We run the game for real
[?] this ice for real
My pistol go bop bop bop for real
Dinero make it go bop bop bop for real, yeah
I feel like [?]
The flex gang never dies for real, yeah
Payden McKnight, yeah