WHOLE GANG ON THE PAYROLL ft. Dayytona

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, everything, yeah, yeah

Woah, yeah, yeah, on the payroll

Swerve out with the gang, gang (Livin' on a)

Yeah, livin’ on a runway

Just doin' the same things

F*ck it up, f*ck it up, woah, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)

Dayytona

Put my whole gang on the payroll

Swerve out with the gang, gang

F*ck it up, f*ck it up, like we didn't know

But she know we do the whole thing, yeah

We want the whole thang, uh (Yeah)

Pull out the whole gang, yeah (Yeah)

Gimme that gold chain, uh (Woah)

And you gon’ have it back

You gon' have it back (Yeah)

It don't gotta be like that, yeah, woah, flex

Pull up with gang, doin' my thing

Talkin' that sh*t with the chopper, it rang

She wanna know what it's like today

Pussy boy, outta my sights today

Talkin' that strange, your face get arranged

Put that vest on lil' ni*ga, we youngings with aim

Said everything gon’ be alright today

Just give me a whole lotta space today

Still don’t understand why they mad (What? What? What? Yeah, yeah)

Drop the top, 140 on the highway, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Mask on, too fast, popo all up on my ass (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

First place, first place, I'm Dayytona, never last

Got a bag, catch up

Put my whole gang on the payroll

Swerve out with the gang, gang

F*ck it up, f*ck it up, like we didn’t know

But she know we do the whole thing, yeah

Put my whole gang on the payroll

Swerve out with the gang, gang

F*ck it up, f*ck it up, like we didn't know

But she know we do the whole thing, yeah

Daytona 500 shots, who wanna race?

I wipe his nose so I clean off his face

Sweet smell of victory, how does it taste?

Gorilla glue and it's sticky like paste

My mud is clean, only if you can relate

Pay my shooter lawyer, please beat the gun face

Put this dope in your jaw, make your tongue feel awake

Scratchin' serial numbers, cover license plates today

I got that bread and I got cash, kid

I get that front and that back end

B*tch, I get pounds like a hashtag

React, the spot hot like a madman

And the chopper gon’ splash like [?]

Him and God go kick like [?]

Won't get too loud in my damn hands

Put the beat on the temp, rubber band man

Hit a door of the minivan, slam me

Pray your weapon doesn't jam, fam

Got the words today like Bluetooth

Like, "Look ma, yeah, no hands"

No friends, only fans wordwide

Just fans, the whole clan back down to L.A., we all stay

'Cause home is where your heart will land, what up

Grippin' on her booty like it got a lil' thicker

She a lil' devil when she off of that liquor

Can't picture me rollin', see the bigger picture

Walk in the bank like, "Get down, it's a stick-up"

The chandelier cost ya how much, many figures

I talk that way like, "Who got that new dentures?"

I got a b*tch, give me head in the Benz truck

She got some friends that pull up where I end up

Put my whole gang on the payroll

Swerve out with the gang, gang

F*ck it up, f*ck it up, like we didn't know

But she know we do the whole thing, yeah

Put my whole gang on the payroll

Swerve out with the gang, gang

F*ck it up, f*ck it up, like we didn't know

But she know we do the whole thing, yeah

Snotty Nose Mafia, b*tch