[Intro - O.T. Genasis:]
Word around town, I'm the man
Break that b**h down to the grams
Sixteen O's in a pound
Quarterback drop, touchdown, n***a
[Verse 1 - O.T. Genasis:]
Touchdown, this the remix
108, three bricks
Gotta move sixteen cause the sh** sells
Still flip a couple water bottles, but the sh** smell
Turned up, but I don't like n***as
He a mark, Air Nike, n***a
n***as trippin' and I'm bustin' on site, n***a
Window down, arm out, hitch hike, n***a
Not a stoner, but I do move statue
Hoes in my cashew, they like, is that you?
Glock poppin', I ain't f**in' with the lames
Sellin' Sherman and I got the best corner in the game, what's up?
[Hook - O.T. Genasis:]
Word around town, I'm the man, n***a
Break that b**h down to the grams, n***a
Sixteen O's in a pound n***a
Quarterback drop, touchdown, n***a
Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a
Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a
Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a
Next day air, no ground, n***a
[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]
Got the n***as on the strip, you know they pitch raw
You ain't knowin' who you with, even my b**h ball
n***as hate the way I handle when they b**h call
Couple ounces for me, sit up in they b**h brah
Major distribution, what we dealin' with is facts
Step up in the building b**h, we turn up to the max
Chop a hater down like we cut him with an axe
Watch him pop 'em in they crown if n***as think they all of that
Spend a little money, (j**elry sicker on 'em)
Put your bottles up (spill your liquor on 'em)
It's the conglomerate, sh** shutdown
Taking over everything, touchdown!
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - French Montana:]
Word around town, I'm the man n***a
Want it all, bring it down to the grams n***a
Bout it, Coupe 500 grand n***a
You ain't talkin' money, I don't understand n***a
Uptown n***a, bust down n***a
Face down n***a, James Brown n***a
Ass up with your legs shake
Talkin' work know I gotta for the fan base
It ain't how you get it, it's what you do with it
Flip 21, 42 with it
Two hands up, towndown n***a
Hundred grams, lift you with the ground n***a
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Juicy J:]
Juicy J, no days off, full time hustlin'
Shawty I'm the plug I ain't gotta touch nothin'
Send 'em your way, I just gotta press a bu*ton
If the price ain't right, n***a I ain't budgin'
n***as stompin' industries, they rims touchin'
You lookin' like food and we got the munchies
Quarterback legendary, John Elway
Rhyme with the bulldog 38, no shell case
G-5 take off for the coast
A n***a been have more peels than Quaker Oats
Taylor Gang flyin' first cla** on a paper plane
With a foreign chick broad, still can't pronounce her name
Stuff a 100 grand in a Honda Civic
When you get it from the ground then the sky is the limit
Gettin' face in the car from another n***a broad
Smokin' football fields, rollin' up a 100 yards
Touchdown
[Hook]
Throw that sh** like Peyton
Throw that sh** like Peyton
Throw that sh** like Peyton
Hurry up, I got these other n***as waiting