Intro:
Yeah, HAH, guess what
Yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh)
Get at me
This for the hating ass hoe in the back (guess what)
(465) 599-6753, bitch!

Verse 1:
I'm on the top n***a
Still counting up knots n***a
Still on the fucking watch n***a
Counting hundreds n***a
Never plot n***a
S-Still counting up bankrolls
Swervin' off I10, tryna dodge all these stank hoes
Bitch hand me my phone so I can see when the bank close, Duh!

Verse 2:
If I feel good
I might D-O tomorrow, then D-O the next day, then D-O the third
Bitch I'm in a topless coupe with some titties not tryna swerve
This bitch is a bird, I'm talkin' like tree
Bitch all in my ear, I'm talkin' like beep
I'm tryna get in the titties talkin' D, double D, B, I mean that C-
I mean let me see
Shit tryna treat
Bitch you not mad
Bitch I'm tryna beat
Bitch I need some top n***a like a shelf
I don't need no ass, bitch not no seat
Bitch I'ma pass, even though I cheat
I-I'm in the lab cookin' up that heat
Bitch I'm in my bag, n***a talkin' yeast
I'm talkin bread, n***a like that wheat
Her mouth on my dick, ain't talkin' teeth
They really want smoke, ain't talkin' keef
Hand on my Glock, ain't talkin' peace
But I got my hand on my piece, kapeesh

(beat change)

Verse 3:
(Yeah, thank god I'm rich)
Yeah
Thank god I'm rich
I just bought a brand new six
I just spent a band on these ricks
I just made a million I might quit
I just fucked this murakami bitch
All different colors type bitch
And my wrist growing all typa skits
And my chain doing all typa hits
And that's range throwin' all typa fits
I jus- I jus- I just fucked this murakami bitch
All different colors type bitch
And my wrist growing all typa skits
And my chain doing all typa hits
And that's range throwin' all typa fits