[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
Wake up every day I make a chance
Grab my phones off the dresser, tuck my nine in my pants
Call my mans off my Metro, set me up a play or two
Just remembered, my boy owe me, and its been a day or two
Used to give fiends testers, to get the yay to move
Used to trap all day just for some 'yays' and shoes
Now, I'm on a bigger level, watches got bigger bezels
Yo hoe hounding me like "when I'm gon’ be in your schedule"
I’m a busy man, bows crammed in minivans
If I can’t make them pay, guarantee the semi can
Move the work fast like I got Hemi hands
If the rap fail, oh well, I got fifty plans
Went from half O coppin to Rosé poppin'
Had to get it up cause being dead broke was no option
I’ma ball til I fall, cop leathers in the fall
Got stacks on deck, got killers on call n***a

[Chorus: Doughboy Roc & Payroll Giovanni]
Chances make champions
You ain't a champ, stop lying
This for my hustlers, get rich or die trying
You gotta take chances if you want your bezel dancin'
We wrap em up tight, then vaseline and plastic
Chances make champions, n***a
Plus the shit pays
Chances make champions, n***a
Plus the shit pays

[Verse 2: Doughboy Roc]
You ain't never took no fucking trips out of town
You ain't been in gun fights, you don't know how that chopper sound
Ran up in n***as' spots, making 'em lay down
Going state to state with that work on the Greyhound
Rental cars, interstates, work under the hood
But when we made it, everything was all good
Yeah, I struggled for a minute, I was down for a time
But, now, I look back that was Artest, Ron
Now, we go crazy, hit the titty bar and toss bands
Play me like a bitch, it's Gunplay, like Ross mans
Squeeze with no hesitation, hard work and dedication
Ready like Alicia Keys, hit AZ and cop some keys
Who ain't sold shit? Who ain't did what homes?
I couldn't even tell you how many times I tried my [?]
Took a chance to be a champ
Kill a n***a for my camp
Took a chance to be a champ
Kill a n***a for my camp

[Chorus: Doughboy Roc & Payroll Giovanni]
Chances make champions
You ain't a champ, stop lying
This for my hustlers, get rich or die trying
You gotta take chances if you want your bezel dancin'
We wrap em up tight, then vaseline and plastic
Chances make champions, n***a
Plus the shit pays
Chances make champions, n***a
Plus the shit pays
[Verse 3: HBK Kidd]
Blows coming quick
Froze on the wrist
Fours on the whip
Roll with my clique
Bitches see how blowed you can get
Os getting flipped
Bros getting rich, hoes getting shit
Rolls getting bent, Buffalos getting tint
A skinny n***a with tats, but I like my hoes thick
That chronic in the air, good kush my nose scent
That chronic in the air, say goodbye to bold scent
On four-fifths, we pop bottles and pour fifths
Smoking out a whole zip
DBC 2676, I love my whole clique (Doughboyz)
This chances make champs, it's finally here, so don't trip
You bout to hear it all, from hoe shit to long trips
Got nines with long clips, so stop it with that bullshit
You want your life you better think before you do the shit
Pay, you the shit, Roc, you the shit, Dre, you the shit
Let me stop fucking around my whole crew the shit

[Chorus: Doughboy Roc & Payroll Giovanni]
Chances make champions
You ain't a champ, stop lying
This for my hustlers, get rich or die trying
You gotta take chances if you want your bezel dancin'
We wrap em up tight, then vaseline and plastic
Chances make champions, n***a
Plus the shit pays
Chances make champions, n***a
Plus the shit pays
[Verse 4: Doughboy Dre]
Kush and Ciroc, a breakfast of a champion
I'm a champion, I need my belt
Gucci belt on the waist, (Gucci) nine on the waist (yup)
Momma like "son, be safe"
Fifteen in the safe, just to be safe (lil fifty)
Getting face from your bitch, man, I love counting faces
Grants and Jacksons, I had to make it happen
If this rappin' don't work then it's back to trappin'
Quis say he got a connect, lets make it happen
Got killers n***a, I ain't scrappin'
Took a chance with my life, I ain't laughing
Now, I hit the mall when I want and I'm cashin'
Took a lot of L's, so, I had to charge it to the game
But I ain't take it no more, I'll bust your brains
Do the speed limit, don't ride the fast lane
Pay where you at, thank god the bag came

[Chorus: Doughboy Roc & Payroll Giovanni]
Chances make champions
You ain't a champ, stop lying
This for my hustlers, get rich or die trying
You gotta take chances if you want your bezel dancin'
We wrap em up tight, then vaseline and plastic
Chances make champions, n***a
Plus the shit pays
Chances make champions, n***a
Plus the shit pays