[Verse 1]
Stackin' my money, I'm countin' this paper (Woo)
You fuck with me, .223 bullet in chamber (Yeah, yeah)
I promise you, leave your girl 'round me, I'll take her (I'll take her)
She didn't wanna lick up Lil Uzi, now had taste it
Faded I put down my dough, I don't really be chasin' (Uh)
LA with me, yeah, that n***a just fuck with the chasers (Woo)
Baby, that ass fit we wanna really see you shake it (Yeah, yeah)
Swerve in the coupe and I'm countin' that money, no choice
She said, "Lil Uzi, I swear that your voice make me moist"
She suck me like Kirby, pockets on excursion
I'm drivin' up in the Rolls Royce (I do)
I'm countin' money when I'm bored (I'm countin', I'm countin')
Stop countin' money 'cause that's what I do when I'm bored
If you ain't really good at this shit, n***a, then what is the point?
I live in her Gucci, I be in the pussy, in that bedroom feel like I'm Floyd
Uh, uh, uh

[Interlude]
Uh

[Bridge]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, oh, yeah