[Hook: Lil Slik]
All the bad bitches on me
All the bad bitches want me
My finger tips turning green
All I ever did was count money
Don't need a n***a to count it for me
I'm addin' up like algebra
Don't need a n***a to run up on me
Linebacker bullets you get tackled up
Money on my mind
Money keep me on my grind
I'm with a bad bitch, yeah
Money gone make sure we shine
Money on my mind
Money keep me on my grind
I'm with a bad bitch, yeah
Money gone make sure we shine

[Verse 1: DC Young Fly]
These n***as ain't gangsta, keep the banger
These n***as ain't put in no work
So bring that ass here, boy
Cop a chopper that will leave you on shirts, huh
N***as act more groupie than they bitch do
I said, "You smokin'?", said, "Nah, but my bitch do"
I said, "Cool, Imma hit you 'round see, fool"
Bitch gave me the ass so Imma show her what the dick do
Call my n***a Fetty Wap, said you got that
With the Trap Queen, yeah, I know where the block at
Took a trip to Georgio cause I need to cop that
Put the tax on the jugg, sweet? gotta pop that
Atlanta West Side, home of the brave
Crack fiend, n***a, home of the J's
If you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar then I gotta holler
Cause I swear my n***a Yay, you want a whole another page
[Hook: Lil Slik]
All the bad bitches on me
All the bad bitches want me
My finger tips turning green
All I ever did was count money
Don't need a n***a to count it for me
I'm addin' up like algebra
Don't need a n***a to run up on me
Linebacker bullets you get tackled up
Money on my mind
Money keep me on my grind
I'm with a bad bitch, yeah
Money gone make sure we shine
Money on my mind
Money keep me on my grind
I'm with a bad bitch, yeah
Money gone make sure we shine

[Verse 2: Lil Slik]
I'm addin' money like the cross
I need some extra teeth the way I'm really tryna floss
It's hard to take a loss, I cannot take a plea
My pockets on green, ahh! like peas
My lungs on Act, ahh! straight lean
My chain look like a TV on my belly, Telletube
My safe ain't safe, don't touch or shit get deadly ahh! trouble
Bitches on me everywhere like I put my pimpin' on shuffle
I'm in this bitch with Fetty Wap, you better watch your bitch
You better cop a brick, you better make it flip
You talk to cops, you a bitch, woo woo woop
[Hook: Lil Slik]
All the bad bitches on me
All the bad bitches want me
My finger tips turning green
All I ever did was count money
Don't need a n***a to count it for me
I'm addin' up like algebra
Don't need a n***a to run up on me
Linebacker bullets you get tackled up
Money on my mind
Money keep me on my grind
I'm with a bad bitch, yeah
Money gone make sure we shine
Money on my mind
Money keep me on my grind
I'm with a bad bitch, yeah
Money gone make sure we shine

[Verse 3: Fetty Wap]
All I ever do is count guap, countin' up non-stop
Run up on me, get shot, .45 keep it cocked
ZooWap from the block, sellin' juggin sellin' rocks
That n***a tellin' he a cop, he runnin' 'round with the ops
Fuck a oposition, ain't no competition
Keep a handgun when I'm lane switchin'
Seventeen sippin' with the lean dippin'
Magazine hit 'em, thirty-three pimpin'
Fuck a oposition, ain't no competition
Keep a handgun when I'm lane switchin'
Seventeen sippin' with the lean dippin'
Magazine hit 'em, thirty-three pimpin'
[Hook: Lil Slik]
All the bad bitches on me
All the bad bitches want me
My finger tips turning green
All I ever did was count money
Don't need a n***a to count it for me
I'm addin' up like algebra
Don't need a n***a to run up on me
Linebacker bullets you get tackled up
Money on my mind
Money keep me on my grind
I'm with a bad bitch, yeah
Money gone make sure we shine
Money on my mind
Money keep me on my grind
I'm with a bad bitch, yeah
Money gone make sure we shine