[Intro]
Pooh, you a fool for this one (Pooh, you a fool for this one)

[Chorus: B WIN]
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (The fuck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n***as in my posse
N***a act like he the plug in accountin’ (N***a ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (Get the fuck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n***as in my posse
N***a act like he the plug in accountin’ (N***a ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
You ain’t on what I’m on, boy, I’m grown, move along (Fuck on)
You the type to say some hot shit on the phone (Get off my phone)
I’m the type to leave the jeweler with some VS stones
The watch get blown, we bosses, boy, watch your tone (Yuh)
Keep a hustle, and your knot gon’ grow
Around them n***as, though, you not gon’ grow
He fuck with enemies? He not your bro (Nah)
Watch your [?] when colors is shown
Had a spot down in Tennessee movin’ the strong (Yuh)
For years straight, hatin’ n***as – I’ve been provin’ ‘em wrong
Makin’ ‘em sick, laughin’ when they hate to a bitch (Ha!)
I take a loss, then I’m breakin’ a brick down to kibbles and bits
You ain’t on what we on, then get away from the clique, n***a
[Chorus: B WIN]
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (The fuck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n***as in my posse
N***a act like he the plug in accountin’ (N***a ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (Get the fuck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n***as in my posse
N***a act like he the plug in accountin’ (N***a ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
You ain’t on what I’m on, I’m tryna touch a ticket
You got some Regg you tryna sell, n***a, what’s the ticket?
This .308 big as fuck, look like a tall midget
My grams so big, you can really play baseball with ‘em
We tryna take the country over, n***a, y’all trippin’
Heard the opps in the club beat you, we gon’ fall in it
Fake ass Gucci belt, I wouldn’t even walk my dog with it
If it’s up, I’ma up the stick, I don’t call n***as
I’m on some shit right now, tryna stack a million cash
[?] from the GLOCK, and leave ‘em bald, that’s a Brazilian wax
N***as still tryna jump fresh, I’m in a different bag
I hate a old n***a, always talkin’ ‘bout some shit he had

[Chorus: B WIN]
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (The fuck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n***as in my posse
N***a act like he the plug in accountin’ (N***a ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy
You ain’t on what I’m on, get from ‘round me (Get the fuck on)
I can’t afford to have poor-minded n***as in my posse
N***a act like he the plug in accountin’ (N***a ?)
You claim you got work, but you cappin’, you a Tommy