[Pre-Hook]
Word around town, I'm the man, n***a
Break that bitch down to the grams, n***a
Sixteen O's in a pound n***a
Quarterback draw, touchdown, n***a

[Hook]
Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a
Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a
Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a
Next day air, no ground, n***a

[Verse 1]
Took a loss, had a n***a on slim fast
Now I'm moving weight, like gym class
Broke her down, every bag, like Sinbad
How I get this bread, mind your business
Set it on sight and I go half price
Dough got my bread, on your head, no lights
Wrap it up good, no smell, that's right
Cut the box open, no Jordan, that's flight
Shit look good, so I'm stacking numbers
Next morning, another tracking number
Looking for a bad bitch I can bust down
Tricking off, field go, I need a touchdown
[Pre-Hook + Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Hurry up, I got these other n***as waiting
Send the shit over, tryna see bread
And if I say how I said it, Imma see face
Ain't tryna get myself cold, n***a
When I throw the passes, it's colt, n***a
Met a bitch at the club, I'm tryna see her
She could be my new wide receiver
No photo, we don't play text
No smell, wrapped up, like safe sex
Fast life, no slow down, n***a
Move weight, like my car broke down, n***a
No rare thing good, no doubt
Long as n***as don't run the wrong routes

[Pre-Hook + Hook x2]

[Outro]
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Hurry up, I got these other n***as waiting