[Chorus]
I count that check up like I been had hundreds
I'm the one that made it cool to get the money
Bitch, I was flexing when I never had nothing
Now I'm up, they gotta know that bag coming
[Verse 1]
I was chilling but I'm back, bitch
And I got them fucking racks in
Ain't gotta smoke no weed, I count the cheese while I'm relaxing
My informant's Puerto Rican and she freaky with an accent
We creep out on the weekend 'cause her people don't like black n***as
But asked her why, it ain't that I don't care, I just ain't had the time
I get face to face, I'm tryna break her spine and make it worth her while
She ain't my bae but I'm gon' break her down like I'm tryna make her mine
I love her face so I'm gon' turn her around before I lay her down
Young n***a but I'm a motherfucking big stepper
Boss man, I'm gon' make 'em get they shit together
You pop lips, I pop sticks so we can hit together
And flop where? Bitch, I really drop these hits forever
Young hot boy in any weather, I switch the swag up with the season
Name a n***a who do it better, gave y'all a year, that shit was cheese
That ain't the beat, them VS diamonds beating
Gotta pay that fee you want you crowd to see it
Drop them racks and then we popping out
Every time I hit the show, they know them Glocks be out
Bitches flocking at the door, they wanna pop it now
When you approach us, keep it slow, don't wanna chalk you out
I let them youngings walk you down
He ain't cool, man, n***as talking now, you get shot for being friendly
Better watch who you be talking 'round 'cause a lot of n***as snitching
I'm a product of the trenches but I couldn't be a victim
I really had the plan before I made it
[Chorus]
I count that check up like I been had hundreds
I'm the one that made it cool to get the money
Bitch, I was flexing when I never had nothing
Now I'm up, they gotta know that bag coming
[Verse 2]
Collect calls from my n***as, I ain't see my dawgs in a minute
They keep on asking me how I been living
Really, I been chilling
This still the same shit, I'm tryna get it
Paying lawyer fees, we still won't pay a visit
I guess it's good I'm staying busy
Got old bitches telling me they miss me
'Cause they friend played my song while they was kicking it
Miss me with the silly shit
You seen how this shit switch and now you interest
But you don't get to pick when you gon' get to eat this dick again
I pop shit 'cause fuck n***as hating, ain't gon' stop shit
Watch this, they gon' have something to say as soon as I drop this
It ain't no smoke with me if it ain't in the street 'cause I don't drop diss
When soldiers creep, they keep that shit discrete, don't put the cops in it
Have 'em on your block spinning, drop the pen, let's get it popping
Make sure you ain't with no kids or women, that stick be heating every object
That ain't the beat, that's how your heart be sounding
You in that street and got them holes inside you
I'm just telling you how it is, I ain't promoting violence
This shit be pros and cons, it ain't no other way to go about it
Jumping in that water, better know you can end up floating out it
But if you moving smart then you can probably get some dough about it
Run it up and put them racks up for a rainy day
I knew the grind was gon' pay off long as I made a way
And they know I'm a young boss even though they hate to say it
[Chorus]
I count that check up like I been had hundreds
I'm the one that made it cool to get the money
Bitch, I was flexing when I never had nothing
Now I'm up, they gotta know that bag coming