[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Count my money ain't a damn thing changed
Fuck you n***a I ain’t riding no train
I may hit this bitch by myself don’t make Boldy reach for that belt
Cuz if he reach you might need some help TPC we on zans and lean
The money be dirty but my hands are clean
Spent like 30 for the watch and ring
Splashy shit that classy shit, drugs all in my cabinet
Pop shrooms and molly too, pop a ace on acid trips
In Sak's shopping with a squad of hitta's balmain on all the n***as
I’m on south beach with my Florida n***as
We eating swordfish with all the bitches
And you know the play see all of this money we running today
She packing her bags like she running away
She said she be back but she coming to stay
Rolling on that grape, them hoes all up in my face
I’m so gone man I’m baked, I’m high, we going up into space

[Hook]
Its like ooooh ooooh ooooh
Your girl can get it too
Ooooh ooooh ooooh
You see me in the coupe
Like ooooh ooooh ooooh
Ain't that a damn shame
Like ooooh ooooh ooooh
You standing in the rain
I keep Flexing I keep texting
I keep sexing, she say she got a room at the west-in
Its like ooooh ooooh ooooh
Ain't that a damn shame
Like ooooh ooooh ooooh

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Im Neiman Mark, im big time
She calling my phone I switch lines
Asking to handle my doe stack
I keep telling that bitch that’s it’s just fine
SK that’s my left leg Tris man like my right side
I can’t sleep for too long I do it more when I die
Young n***a money finna come right to him
When I get them checks I’m throw em right to him
Like oh damn two hands ain’t enough for me to count this shit
Like oh boy that’s her giving back shots till her back hurt
In a lambo truck when her pants come down
And her hands go up and that shirt come off
One time for my ex girl yes girl you so quick to take it off
She can ride it all night girl right girl plus that ass be super soft
Baby Banco know so ho try to slow your roll
I’m busting down and im x pipping, take a flat chest bitch out chest shopping

[Hook]