Cut From A Different Cloth

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
Have you ever seen a hundred grand?
Stacked in a duffle bag?
Have you ever seen coke, nigga?
Or look down at yo wrist and seen it froze, nigga?
We cut from a different cloth
We cut from a different cloth
Lame nigga get lost
There's no comparison
We cut from a different cloth
We cut from a different cloth

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Stones all in my big face
Shining all in your bitch face
I make dough on my sick day
Everyday a get rich day
You niggas square like a brick shape
Never seen no brick, though
Never had no crack spot, but you
Rap about that shit, though
Sippin Dom on my patio
With a slim chick with a fatty, though
Reminiscing about old days, when I hit rocks
In my old J's
Had a dope spot before a mustache
When I had a Coupe, you had a bus pass
I stuff bags while you cut grass
She made you wait, I don’t fuck fast
At a hotel with no bitch, though
Just a lot of work and my pistols
My cuz, though, tryna get flow
After this, though, Imma get low
Serving killers all in the trenches
Spotted at the club, jumping out the Benz
I was in the game when you was riding bitches
Staring at caine through my Cartier lenses
Y'all ain't from my pedigree
Used to flip amphetamines
Did dirts and my bezzle clean
That's real dough with that metroline
Half these boys ain't selling things
Unless you count selling dreams
We do it here, we lost niggas
Can't fuck with us
Our cloth different!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Doughboy Roc]
I don't play games, so don't sike me!
Yeah, you rap and get tats, but you ain't like me
And we made 100 on set and runs
Came home bought seven guns
Mook already has six, nigga
All we drop is classics
You tripping, girl, you fucking with the hell, bitch!
Doughboy Roc, ask around, they'll tell you that I melt shit
Got dogs in this state free Memphy and his friends
That light skin doing braids got a black ass doing dreds
I strap mines i dump mines I be on that real shit
Fuck some punch lines like Bron Bron when it's crunch time
So calm down, got a dozen of them choppers, each got a hundred rounds
And if I got it going to get it swear its gonna get ugly
My grandaddy a gangsta, shout out to Buggy
You front my niggas hunt
You don't pump the shit I pump
You don't do the shit that I do, BYLUG the fucking crew!

[Hook]

[Refrain]
Where your watch at? where yo chain at?
Where your coupes at?
Why you lying in your raps wit yo lame ass?

[Verse 3: Big Quis]
Been balling nigga why hate been riding foreign since MySpace
Rep the D in the right way how you say you real and your ice fake?
Ask around boy I been a fool been rocking Gucci since middle school
This chain I'm wearing got 20 carats got bitches staring like I'm in the news
You actin like you getting money that ain't your car that's your uncle shit
You know the real before the deal our ice alone was a couple bricks
Ain't drove the whips that we crashed, fucked the hoes that we smashed
Bought the ice that we cashed I’m tired of being on humble shit
Kid got a new chain on pay got a new chain on
Roc got a new chain on that muthafucka just came home
I’m getting money never been bummy
These niggas hating cause they always on me
We been winning can't see the difference
Then you got to be a goddamn dummy BYLUG

[Hook]