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 due 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 dime 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]