[Chorus]
Yeah, countin' the cash, he's way too mad
He ain't got cash, he's way too sad
You wit a bitch, she way too trash
Topshelf flavors, I'm facing that
She got sour, he tasting that
I got the power, it's in my hand
Fuck it, I'm just gonna fly to Japan
She fuckin' with me but she got a man
I'm not here, I'm in Yodieland
Fuck it, I'm just gonna blow all the cash
Remember them days I was off of the Xans
Nowadays, I am on top of it, yeah
I want the money, want all of it, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
[?], now I'm doggin' it, yeah
Ruger on me, I'm not sockin' em, yeah
Hop on the beat and I'm rockin' it, yeah
He's way too mad
He's just way too mad
Way too mad (Uh, uh)
He way too mad

[Verse]
That bitch want to fuck, it's like whatever
It's Sunday, outside, I'm just blowin' that prеssure
Pull ten out the bank it's likе whatever-
Pack too strong, it's effort
He too mad at me, whatever
Bro, he way too mad
And he way too mad
And it makes me laugh (Ha!)
When he goes down, I'm chasing that
Uh, where they at?
She too wack, no saving that
Ksubi jeans, it holds the racks
[Bridge]
Uhhh, roll it up, up, up
Hey, roll it up, up, up
[?]


[Chorus]
Yeah, countin' the cash, he's way too mad
He ain't got cash, he's way too sad
You wit a bitch she, way too trash
Topshelf flavors, I'm facing that
She got sour, he tasting that
I got the power, it's in my hand
Fuck it, I'm just gonna fly to Japan
She fuckin' with me but she got a man
I'm not here, I'm in Yodieland
Fuck it, I'm just gonna blow all the cash
Remember them days I was off of the Xans
Nowadays, I am on top of it, yeah
I want the money, want all of it, yeah