Doughboy Roc - Cut From A Different Cloth lyrics

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni] Have you ever seen a hundred grand? Stacked in a duffle bag? Have you ever seen coke, n***a? Or look down at yo wrist and seen it froze, n***a? We cut from a different cloth We cut from a different cloth Lame n***a 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 b**h face I make due on my sick day Everyday a get rich day You n***as square like a brick shape Never seen no brick, though Never had no crack spot, but you Rap about that sh**, 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 pa** I stuff bags while you cut gra** She made you wait, I don't f** fast At a hotel with no b**h, though Just a lot of work and my pistols My cuz, though, tryna get flow After this, though, Imma get low Serving k**ers all in the trenches Spotted at the club, jumping out the Benz I was in the game when you was riding b**hes 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 n***as Can't f** 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, n***a All we drop is cla**ics You tripping, girl, you f**ing with the hell, b**h! Doughboy Roc, ask around, they'll tell you that I melt sh** Got dogs in this state free Memphy and his friends That light skin doing braids got a black a** doing dreds I strap mines i dump mines I be on that real sh** f** 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 n***as hunt You don't pump the sh** I pump You don't do the sh** that I do, BYLUG the f**ing crew! [Hook] [Refrain] Where your watch at? where yo chain at? Where your coupes at? Why you lying in your raps wit yo lame a**? [Verse 3: Big Quis] Been balling n***a 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 b**hes staring like I'm in the news You actin like you getting money that ain't your car that's your uncle sh** You know the real before the deal our ice alone was a couple bricks Ain't drove the whips that we crashed, f**ed the hoes that we smashed Bought the ice that we cashed I'm tired of being on humble sh** Kid got a new chain on pay got a new chain on Roc got a new chain on that muthaf**a just came home I'm getting money never been bummy These n***as hating cause they always on me We been winning can't see the difference Then you got to be a goddamn dummy BYLUG [Hook]