[Intro]
(It's Great John beats, baby)
(Great John on the beat, by the way)

[Verse 1]
Wait, what? Can't move 'cause I'm too laced
Touché, somebody gon' get hit while I'm off d'ussé
No race, too saucy, can't catch up, can't reach my pace
Can't wait, big dog, I'ma beat that cat if it's in my face
No sober
Have a bad bitch get down low while a rich n***a roll up
Gang poled up
And we don't need a party, gang is the party, you know us
When we show up
Gang lookin' like a bag in this bitch, you can see that we glowed up
We don't know nothin'
Twelve all on my body, we ducking them boys like we owe somethin'

[Chorus]
Count bread like I'm working at the bank
Fuck good, then that Louis comе your way
I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing
Fuck love, need some monеy in my safe
All these opps trying to catch up, but it's late
Too tact, too tough, they can't evade
I need bread, baby girl, don't need a bae
Unlike most dudes, they can't relate
Unlike most dudes, they can't relate
[Verse 2]
Wait, what? Nah, fuck that, I'm still laced
Redbone bitch look good, slim waist
Kool-aid dick and she might taste
Ayy, and I got the bands filling up my pants, looking like a bank
Ride 'round town in the big body double R, shooters turned it to a tank
'Cause I got the power, and I'm unstoppable, ayy
N***as acting tough, acting out of pocket, swear I won't pop at you
See, a n***a dripped out, lit now, shawty like the way I rock my jewels
Iced out young n***a, grown bitch wanna suck my popsicle
Ain't no other young n***a like me be flexin'
He want the work, then we stretch him
Ride with two dogs on my side like the number eleven
You will get added to heaven
Talking real tough out your mouth, then we using subtraction
Multiple shots coming at him
I got a fetish for money, I'm good with the adding
Know I be flippin' the package
You know I

[Chorus]
Count bread like I'm working at the bank
Fuck good, then that Louis come your way
I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing
Fuck love, need some money in my safe
All these opps trying to catch up, but it's late
Too tact, too tough, they can't evade
I need bread, baby girl, don't need a bae
Unlike most dudes, they can't relate (Falayho)
Unlike most dudes, they can't relate