Intro-

Only1Tipy

Hook- 2x

Couple racks for designer
Couple gats on the counter
I’ma hit that bitch, put her back where I found her
I’ma hit that lick, take it all let it mount up
Take it all let it mount up (repeat)

Verse 1-

That dirty money get washed in the tub
Told’em wash your hands cause we got it out the mud
All these gotdamn diamonds they look like suds
This real vvs yes from the plug
I say I gotcha lil bae about 1000%
So won’t you fly yourself out and no I won’t spend a cent
The way I’m treating these bitches a n***a need to repent
Because I fuck’em and go hang up blame it on sprint
Let’s go, rockin’ designer coats
Tell me who want the smoke
That n***a you won’t approach
Picking up a bag from coast to coast
Got a duffle bag no gym clothes in it
Open up your door let a pimp scroll in it
A n***a been down yeah 10 toes in it
Valet the whip and Lenox ayeeee

Hook-2x

Couple racks for designer
Couple gats on the counter
I’ma hit that bitch, put her back where I found her
I’ma hit that lick, take it all let it mount up
Take it all let it mount up (repeat)

Verse 2-

Take it all let it mount up
Total the amount up
Don’t miss a dollar
Just know that’s a problem
Heyyy, spray you like windex
Wack you like insects
Stay lifting that iron no not a bench press
Yeah, wanna get it like Pablo Escobar and tony Montana
I’m into Rollie’s and phantoms not the propaganda
Cock the hammer pop the cannon boom
Bet he drop where he standing yeah
Pick the spot where we landing yeah
Get the top like I planned it yeah
Spin your block on a banshee yeah
Ole pussy n***a, I see your panties yeah
Don’t push me n***a or you’ll see your granny yeah
I’m draped in that designer yeah it’s dolce
Hogging both lanes I got road rage skkkiiirrrttttt

Hook-2x

Couple racks for designer
Couple gats on the counter
I’ma hit that bitch, put her back where I found her
I’ma hit that lick, take it all let it mount up
Take it all let it mount up (repeat)

Verse 3-

Yeah
I need a big amount
Bang bang slippers count
Choppa sit you down
Nina lick you down
Pull up to your front door and kick it down
Twist the silencer on the gun (gun sounds) you won’t hear a sound
Got a n***a straight on the run (skirt skirt) catch me outta town
Still in the designer shit
Still rocking the finer shit
Run that shit through the money counter
Drop that shit on a Gucci

Hook-

Couple racks for designer
Couple gats on the counter
I’ma hit that bitch, put her back where I found her
I’ma hit that lick, take it all let it mount up
Take it all let it mount up (repeat)