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