[Intro]
(Rok on the track, yuh)
Count up all this money
Big body whip no this shit not a Hummer

[Chorus]
Wake up count this paper
Outside pourin' smoke with my neighbors
Eastside put the money on the table
In the eyes to the soul of an angel
In the sky, I could fly to you, baby
And no, I don't try this shit, I've been able
Count up all this money
Yeah, I've been hot all summer
Yeah I get high in the morning
The big body whip no this shit not a Hummer
I'ma stack this shit up, put that shit past a hundred
Fucked that lil' bitch, 'cause that lil' bitch so horny
We got them sticks on that boy like a hornet
I had to go and get up out that corner
Yeah, paper chasin', money makin'
Dollar signs, yeah, that's all I'm takin'

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm bigger than Satan
What I'm rockin' shit, man, you know this Margiela, Maison
What I smell like bitch, man, this ain't nothin', this just Maison
And you couldn't tell me last year that this year I'd damn near make it
But you couldda told me last year that this year I'd make some paper
Yeah, and you could tell that last bitch, that this bitch done broke her records
We havin' multiple sticks lil' n***a, and we got extras
Yeah, any problem with us, lil' n***a, we fuckin' stretch it
They don't want no problem with us and they don't want no pressure
I'm havin' multiple dollars, lil' bitch, and I got extras
[Chorus]
Wake up count this paper
Outside pourin' smoke with my neighbors
Eastside put the money on the table
In the eyes to the soul of an angel
In the sky, I could fly to you, baby
And no, I don't try this shit, I've been able
Count up all this money
Yeah, I've been hot all summer
Yeah I get high in the morning
The big body whip no this shit not a Hummer
I'ma stack this shit up, put that shit past a hundred
Fucked that lil' bitch, 'cause that lil' bitch so horny
We got them sticks on that boy like a hornet
I had to go and get up out that corner
Yeah, paper chasin', money makin'
Dollar signs, yeah, that's all I'm takin'

[Verse 2]
Yeah, dollar signs, yeah that's all I'm takin'
Bad bitch, she fine, tell that bitch, "get naked"
Rockstar shit, Green day I'm on that
I got that bitch, she comin' through, she tell me that she on it
I tell that bitch, "shhh", yeah, 'cause you know I'm on that
In the spot with .22s, yeah, lil' bitch, we on that
And she caught an attitude, I told that bitch, "get off that"
If she trip, I'm off that
I get high, I'm trippin' often
Look at how I walked in
All these racks, I came, watch this
She blow me up, I text her straight face
Bitch, I drip just like a runway
She tryna' fuck me, I say, "okay"
[Chorus]
Wake up count this paper
Outside pourin' smoke with my neighbors
Eastside put the money on the table
In the eyes to the soul of an angel
In the sky, I could fly to you, baby
And no, I don't try this shit, I've been able
Count up all this money
Yeah, I've been hot all summer
Yeah I get high in the morning
The big body whip no this shit not a Hummer