[Verse 1: Overlord Scooch]
Froze wrist with the chunk bezel
I brung two of the whips to the video
I think I need to stunt double
N***as think they eating, but to me, that's just a lunch special
You would think my name was Q.C. the way I push Vezzo
N***as life goals going viral making TikToks
Meanwhile I'm on my fifth watch
Making jewelry store pit stops
You n***as never buzzing when your shit drop
Ask Billy 'bout me, at the tire tracks rim shop
Scratch them off the list, I don't want none of them hoes back
I ain't bring it all with me, I'll throw this whole stack
It's really crumbs to an Overlord, bitch
Take a Polaroid, bitch
Corleone boys, bitch OV
Pop my collar on them n***as, walking through the function
Cartis on my face, mouth twistеd only move with hustlers
It ain't a n***a your crew can touch us
So stop looking at mе, tryna add me up before you lose a brother

[Verse 2 ?]
The feds hear this shit, and we gon' tell them that it's raps
The fans hear this shit, next they say real n***as is back
Gotta die for your respect, gotta drill at n***as for that
Bring my homies back to life, shit, I still be wishing for that
Louie's with Off White, it's ill how I'm mixing and match
From Detroit, them commertial rhymes, we don't listen to that
My mans riding shotty, baby girl, get in the back
Leaving out of Trumpps, see how many hoes can fit in the cat
One of them soft ass n***as who's scared to go to coney
You ain't my n***a, I drop songs and you don't post them for me
N***a, stop stressing your bitch, why yo ho this boney
I be busy chasing a check, so my hoes get lonely
Damn, this rap game lame, I feel like giving up
Then I take a look at Payroll, and that n***a rich as fuck
She do whatever I say, I can make your bitch lick the buffs
Sometimes money come slow, but I be feeling like it's a rush
Hold on, wait a minute, your pussy, I play up in it
I ain't bout to stay and kick let your n***a lay up in it
You can live that life, B.I.G., just put Faith up in it
Put a bag at the finish line, and watch me race to get it
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
I ain't the same n***a from the passed, bro
Shit, I'm up another half since we last spoke
Fuck bitches, n***a, focus on the cash flow
They still on the floor, let your mans know
Went from 'Mani's to Maybachs and Lambos
I done moved tons, just between me and Chaz though
Your bitch tell me I'm an asshole
'Cause I ignored the ho, the shit she saying to me, I ain't wanna know
If it ain't money, I don't wanna go
Your mouth say you wanna win, but you show me you don't wanna grow
You still broke, what you hustling for?
That's 'cause when you get some, you gon' blow it on a nothin' ho
I be sitting steal shit, steal moving
You a secret cop and you still losing
I was pill moving, not deal pursuing
The shit I talk, you can make millions to it

[Verse 4: Doughboy Quis]
Bitch, don't get mad, go find a goofy with a bag
You knew the rules, ho, when I first bought you that fat ass
I just left from Gary, gave him 50,000 cash
And he better not tell the hook, cause 7 mile gon' get on his ass
I'm flying up Fenkell getting top in an Astin Martin
Pistol on my lap, work in the back compartment
Dummy in my pocket, we hit the club and act retarded
Lost my mind fucking your bitch, in her lil ass apartment
Your chain a piece of shit, that's toilet water, you need to flush that
He was talking shit, I pulled a dub out on his bumm ass
Fuck the value on this watch, I took a band and bust that
Looking at my Roley, it's time for a DBC comeback