[Intro]
(Yeah, Jayko)

[Verse]
(Yeah) I stay like up at night, I count my paper right
I let it ring so many times, but I could never swipe
They be in my DMs, they just tryna pick a fucking fight
No, I can't, fuck up with that petty shit, yeah, I'm aight
I got that bag now, could give no fucks about a ho
I got that bag now, so I don't call no bitch my bro
Used to make, like, petty cents, now I make big racks
No, I can't like fuck up with you and that's big facts
Still got paper in that bag, oh
Still got paper on my dresser
Still they tryna copy all my shit, my fault
Tryna cop me like a whip all black, like a damn crow
I did so much, like, at the age of seventeen
I sip my Wock', yeah, I mix with grenadine
'Cause that shit so sweet
They don't know nothin' 'bout that
I count my real big racks
She wan' fuck, but I can't—