[Verse 1: Cap-1]

Papa was a rolling stone, guess it rubbed off

Told her it was over, no love lost

Told them niggas if you do it, nigga, be a boss

8Balls for the hundred, [?] soft

Women friends sleeping over at the loft

Bet a thou on that nine, call it Nina Ross

Make it jump back like a 63

Money stand tall, nigga, 6 feet

Drop the top, pop in clutch, nigga, switch speeds

Your girl on my bumper, told that bitch freeze

Hundred round drum, like a simphony

Got a chick in L.A., texting a sin for me

Keep that work and water whip it like it's chemestry

Got so many hoes, you think it’s ten of me

V 12 fully loaded, came with night vision

On the road, riding dirty, got them white women

She text me if you love me, then how can you leave me?

She clame she wanna see me, I say look at TV

I got it out the mud, you just want it easy

Come across easy, and that's sleazy

808 heartbreak, like my nigga Yeezy

Back on bullshit, with my nigga Greezy

You win some and you lose some

So we stretch them hoes out like a futon

[Chorus: Kaleena]

Baby, it's gon’ pay off, pay off

All I know is what I know

I'm a cocky motherfucker, with a winning problem

Baby, it's gon' pay off, pay off

All I know is what I know

I'm a cocky motherfucker, with a winning problem

[Verse 2: Cap-1]

Bitch wonder why I don't dance more

My best friend got murdered on the dance floor

My side bitch say I never make a chance for her

So fine, tryna fuck her with my pants on

Everything I do, I do it hands on

Make a white T flooded like a tampon

Making niggas dip the set, like Cam'Ron

My rich bitch got a tab, shawty pay [?]

Lost so many friends, man, I feel [?]

Told her it was over, it's better we end this

Pops always told me, piece of mind priceless

I admit it, I ain’t perfect, I got hella vices

And I confess I had a car before I had a licance

My mama said she seen it coming like she was a psychic

Shrink say I gotta learn [?]

Prodict of a thug life, young Tupac

No head bandana, just a bunch of tats

Really never worked a job, just a bunch of traps

Tryna pull me back to you, use the pussy as a trap

On a paper chase, just tryna cover the map

[Chorus: Kaleena]

Baby, it’s gon' pay off, pay off

All I know is what I know

I’m a cocky motherfucker, with a winning problem

Baby, it's gon' pay off, pay off

All I know is what I know

I'm a cocky motherfucker, with a winning problem