[Intro: Payroll Giovanni]
Yuh (Yuh), it’s levels, you know? (Yuh)
N***as wanna rub shoulders
What can you bring to this table though?

[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
What can I possibly do with a plug like you? (Like you)
You gotta bring some more through (Some more through)
What can I possibly do with a n***a like you? (What can I do?)
You can’t be trusted in the crew (Can’t be trusted)
What can I possibly do with a bitch like you? (Bitch like you)
You don’t look right in my coupe (You don’t fit, bitch)
What can I possibly do with a snake like you? (What can I do?)
I don’t know who is who (Who is who)

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
(Yeah, 4-1)
You max out at twenty, boy, my diamond chain is twenty
You be runnin’ off with money, and it really ain’t no money
Now ask yourself, why would I let you n***as in? (Why?)
I can tell you a snake, ‘cause you ain’t got no old friends (No)
Some say I act stuck up, bitch, shut the fuck up (Fuck up)
I move with my gut, I don’t fuck around with smucks (Nah)
But you gotta move cautious when your kit $100K plus (Yeah)
Hair cut a hundred bucks (Yeah), laughin’ in a foreign truck (Haha)
Each level up, you gotta move different (Yuh)
I used to hit the club with a hundred loose n***as (I used to)
Now, I hit the club with a couple made n***as
Try to rob, and it’s gon’ be a lucky shooter out there gettin’ paid, n***a (Bop, bop)
[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
What can I possibly do with a plug like you? (Like you)
You gotta bring some more through (Some more through)
What can I possibly do with a n***a like you? (What can I do?)
You can’t be trusted in the crew (Can’t be trusted)
What can I possibly do with a bitch like you? (Bitch like you)
You don’t look right in my coupe (You don’t fit, bitch)
What can I possibly do with a snake like you? (What can I do?)
I don’t know who is who (Who is who)

[Verse 2: Hoggy D]
(Hoggy D)
I maneuver through the snake infested
Bussdown bible to remind me of my blessings (Bitch)
Every lost that I took was a huge lesson
I see a real n***a when I look at my reflection
My idols lyin’ on they records really broke my heart
Sellin’ kilos, but your car ain’t push-button-start (Goddamn)
When you run a machine, everybody gotta play they part
2010 on Joy Road, I was buyin’ jars (Bitch, pills)
What can you possibly bring to this table?
Told the bitch, don’t watch me, ho, watch cable
This the mob, not a motherfuckin’ record label
Fuck this rap shit, I’m concentratin’ on a peso
Ho
[Chorus: Payroll Giovanni]
What can I possibly do with a plug like you? (Like you)
You gotta bring some more through (Some more through)
What can I possibly do with a n***a like you? (What can I do?)
You can’t be trusted in the crew (Can’t be trusted)
What can I possibly do with a bitch like you? (Bitch like you)
You don’t look right in my coupe (You don’t fit, bitch)
What can I possibly do with a snake like you? (What can I do?)
I don’t know who is who (Who is who)