[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
On the phone, talking money while I'm glancing at my bezel
One to one rims got me feeling kinda special
Pockets overcrowded, shit tighter than my schedule
Heroin copper, so I gotta keep the metal
The H20 ice on my left looking right
So much damn dime kinda fucking up my sight
I'm paranoid I got that don't eye money
Gold rollie on my wrist call it 90's money
Your hoe wanna fuck [?] said who you with
I said a bunch of new money come and take a whiff
Do you smell that, gon' 'head and inhale it
Real n***as get motivated, lames get jealous
I'm just a D n***a, don't mind me
Flipping splits while the whole city thought somebody signed me
Family first, then money, pussy line three
N***as steal the style so much you need a ID

[Verse 2: Big Quis]
Crispy
Diamonds keep dancing
All these hoes glancing
And all of us keep paper and these haters can't stand it
I'm the Red Bandit, don't leave your girl home alone
Rollie watch is fully blown, water ice in every stone
We known for making money, all these bitches love me
Black whips and yellow ice, and I'll take your honey
Chain on my tummy, I do this for my hood (7 Mile)
40 on my hip, I wish a n***a would
I'm on the wood at the Palace, watchin' Golden State
Red bottoms on my bitch, so you hoes can hate
Life's great, me and my n***as gettin' a lil' cheddar
We do it all together, so we ball together
I'm fresh as ever Crispy Quis is what they call me
It ain't 'bout no money then it don't involve me
I'm iced up that's how we all be
BYLUG, fuck [?] I'ma throw the mile up
[Outro]
Too many bands, not enough hands
Too many bands, not enough hands
Too many bands, not enough hands
Too many bands, not enough hands
Too many bands, not enough hands