[Verse 1]
Chain on my dresser laying next to the Presi’ [?] hustling heavy
Stack the 20’s looking messy
Trees screaming (loud)
Blow screaming stretch me
Paper [?] erase n***as if they test me
f** a [?] I was tryna cop Biggs
Same chains as Wiz they like ‘how he copped his?’
Did he got signed, did he get something in advance
I heard he got cash of hand to hand grams
Coupe door slammer, cute whore rammer
f**ed your hoe without giving her my name, where my manners?
Baby I’m Pay, Payroll Giovanni
Boogers in the bezel, Rollie face looking snotty
Wrap ’em up good, gotta hide that [?]
Maybe somewhere in the hood, bring every last cent
Tunnel vision with that money, I don’t see nothing b**h
Pa**ed out at the suite, too many champagne sips
Woke up and see my
[Hook]
Chain on my dresser laying next to the stack
[Verse 2]
Money counter going, money slowed up now it’s blowing
Coupes in the summer, long sleeves when it’s snowing
Fall up in the club now we Ace of Spades pouring
No sports but I’m scoring
Watch hit me four foreign
Been [?] born I had get to it
The plug tryna test me, I gotta run through it
Money I done blew it but [?]
[?] on my necklace, VS1 infested
[?]
Versace here, Dolce there
Gucci on my floor, got Louis Vuitton everywhere
The shoes I wear I ain’t gotta wait in line for
Cause everybody can’t afford them sh**, you gotta have dough
I talk sh** cause I can
Bail’ jeans one band
Rap took me serious this was never in my plans
Just sell a little weight
Went to another state
Buy a couple businesses and lil real estate
[Hook]
Chain on my dresser laying next to the stack
[Verse 3]
Used to cop cut up and promote D
Now I’m doing videos, putting on for the D
Seen this believing but with us you can see
Doughboyz really do this, sh** way more than music
I was up hustling you was in the bed snoozing
You tryna keep up and I ain’t [?] yeah, just cruising
f** losing, so I made some O’s flip
Constipated attitude, I don’t take no sh**
Think you f**ing with me, you got no sense
I’m Nina with [?] motherf** that hoe b**h
Freshest n***a in the club but I’m wearing old sh**
Hottest n***a in the streets but I always got a cold b**h
With B Smith talking brick numbers
Tryna put down three plays so we can ball six summers
VVS got my wrist numbers
You ain’t respected, just a well known dick s**er
b**h