[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Everytime I drop a tape I fuck the streets up
Got n***as making goals of stacking cheese up
I ain't competing with you n***as, I do me bruh
But n***as still breaking ankles tryna keep up (boy)
Got some killers I don't never take pictures with
They ain't for looking cool, you see them, then they killing shit
Buncha dog food at the crib like I got vicous pits
This feed criminal cliques
Stack it up keep it lowkey
If you the O man keep a OZ
If you the brickman keep a whole key
N***as knew plans since the old me
I done been there I done sold that
Don't ask questions you know that
That lil stash I could make that right now, where my phone at?

[Hook]
Everytime a n***a drop a tape the streets be loving that
Everytime I touch a stack I'm bout to double that
Everytime we in the club we got a couple straps
Everytime I hit the plug he send a couple back
Pump something, pump something
You got that work, front something, front something, n***a
Pump something, pump something
You got that work, front something, front something, n***a
[Verse 2: Helluva Beats]
Every time yo broke ass make a play you at the bar (everytime)
Everytime I fuck yo bitch I pop a bar (every time)
Everytime I see you out, you acting hard
Should've known he was gone run off, n***a gave me every sign
Everytime I see yo ass, beat yo ass, everytime
I got joysticks with extendos, blow a n***a like nintendo
Catch a play I'm in the endzone
Knew a n***a from the Motor City when I threw the Cartier Lenses on

[Hook]
Everytime a n***a drop a tape the streets be loving that
Everytime I touch a stack I'm bout to double that
Everytime we in the club we got a couple straps
Everytime I hit the plug he send a couple back
Pump something, pump something
You got that work, front something, front something, n***a
Pump something, pump something
You got that work, front something, front something, n***a

[Verse 3: Payroll]
Once upon a time I was broke
With no other choice but to slang coke
All in the kitchen mixing dope (mixin' mixin')
Clientele knocking at the door
We packing up raw in the bedroom
The plug taxing me I said give me legroom
I got choppers on my motherfucking dresser (yup)
Passing out sacks giving lil n***as lectures
Like if you fuck it up then you fuckin' up
Your whole world we fuckin up
Answer calls no duckin us
Me I'mma think somethings up
Paranoid when you pumping dust
Can't live struggle month to month
I gotta ball I'm a hustler
[Hook]
Everytime a n***a drop a tape the streets be loving that
Everytime I touch a stack I'm bout to double that
Everytime we in the club we got a couple straps
Everytime I hit the plug he send a couple back
Pump something, pump something
You got that work, front something, front something, n***a
Pump something, pump something
You got that work, front something, front something, n***a