Doughboyz Cashout - Cut From A Different Cloth lyrics

(Hook) Have you ever seen a hundred grand? Scruffed in a duffle bag? Have you ever seen coke, n***a? Or look down at Teresa, seen the falls, n***a? We cut from a different cloth We cut from a different cloth Why'd a n***a get lost? There's no comparison, We cut from a different cloth (Verse) We cut from a different cloth Stones all in my big face Shining all in your b**h face Stop making today my sick day Everyday my rich day sponsored links You n***as squirrel like a big shape(?) Never seen no brick, though Never had no crack spot, but you Rap about that sh**, though Sit down on my patio With a slim chick and a fattie, though Reminisce of the old days, when I hear rock In my old chains Had a doze spat before a mustache When I had a Coupe, you had a bus pa** I stood back while you cut gra** Teen mate away, I f** fast At a hotel with no b**h, though Just a lot of work and my pistols My cuz, though, tryna get flow After this, though, I'mma get low Serving k**ers all in the trenches Ride up at the club, jumping out the Benz I was in the game when you was riding b**hes Right then came to my car Get away from my padded green Used to fit, but fat done means(?) My Benz is clean, that's real, mate, With that amphetamine Have these boys to sell the thing Unless you come to sell a dream We do it here, we lost n***as Can't f** with us Our cloth different! (Hook) (Verse) I don't play games, don't incite me! Yeah, you rap and get cash, but you ain't like me And we made 100 on set and runs Came humble, seven guns Luke already has six, n***a All we drop is cla**ics You tripping, girl, you f**ing with the hell, b**h! Double rock, ask around, clean up that mill sh** Balls to the day, pretty smithy and the fence That light is going red, he's got a black a**, go to jail I shoot up them dumb a**es, I be on that real sh** First, a person, (???) ... So calm down, got a deal with them choppers, ease up hundred rounds And if I got 'em going 'gain I sort of want them heard me My man, Gatti a gangsta, show out to Betti, You know where my n***as front Don't approach where we hunt You don't do the sh** that I do, ballet ain't f**ing cool!