[Intro]
Skrr (Swi-Swishrr beats)
G2, G2, G2, G2, G2, G2, G2
G2, G2, G2, G2, G2, G2, G2

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, V8 engine in the front, huh
I got a bad bitch in the back (I do)
Ayy, bitch, I ain't really with the stunts
They hear my shit and run it back
Hey, know n***as tryna see what I'm on
Hey, know n***as fuckin' with the kid (On God, woo)
Finesse the label, now I'm gone (Woo)
Could teach yo ass how to get rich

[Chorus]
All day (Yeah), been countin' up all day (All day)
My bitch on that runway, she fuck with my feng shui (Feng shui)
Two fifty on Cartier watch (Skrrt), [?]
I'm takin' off, n***a just watch
From Monday to Sunday

[Verse 2]
They said to kill or be killed
I'm killin' with Louie V fabrics
Bitch I gotta lot on my mind, I ain't losin' it, n***a somethin' like the Mavericks
Put on for my brothers, every chance I get, 'cause I want 'em up if somethin' happen (Hmm)
I'm startin' to realize that I'm really sick that bitch said she hate me, started laughing
[?] cup, gotta re-up
These n***as fags it's sum' like Madea
Fuck that bitch once, tell her, "See you"
I get a bag, she wet like a [?]
Got fye on my lap everytime that I pop out, 'cause I don't really fuck with people
That bitch she lyin' if she say that I don't got racks, put that bitch in high rise then I leave her (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, that's just what I do (I do)
We got motion, but what about you? (No cap)
It's some n***as that shitted on me, tryna come back around, man that's really the truth
Had to kick em' the fuck out the crew
Had to kick the bitch out of my spot
That bitch asked me, how many times of the week do I laugh to the bank, bitch I do that a lot (C'mon, c'mon)
[Chorus]
All day, been countin' up all day
My bitch on that runway (Doo), she fuck with my feng shui
Two fifty on Cartier watch, [?]
I'm takin' off, n***a just watch
From Monday to Sunday

[Verse 3]
Skrrt, skrrt
Ayy, freak hoe tryna eat me down to the bone
I was down on my ass, I had to figure out, lil' bitch I got this shit on my own
Someone told my twin gotta re-up, then I started sippin', it's the only way I can cope
N***a it's only me and Rx poppin' from my city I swear I'm the hope
And when my brother died, swear to God that shit affected me right down to the core
I'm just tryna unwind, fuckin' on this bitch named Bethany, I swear she a whore (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
And my twin got a 9 millimeter beam attached, in case we ready for war
Bitch you wastin' my time, send her to the clothin' section, then I head straight to the door
Got some money, but lil' bitch I want more
Huh, got some hang time, tryna pull her hair straight to the floor
Huh, take a step inside my shoes, baby I could show you the ropes
But don't get this shit confused, baby, once I nut, gotta go
And I'm back in the city, coolin' with my gang countin' up-

[Chorus]
All day (Day), been countin' up all day (All day)
My bitch on that runway (No cap), she fuck with my feng shui (She do)
Two fifty on Carti', Carti'
Ayy (Skrrt, skrrt), two fifty on Cartier watch
[?]
I'm takin' off, n***a just watch (Let do it)
[Verse 4]
Feel like Harden, he stirrin' the pot (C'mon)
I wear Prada on everything that I step out in, and lil' bitch and that's down to the socks (No cap)
Big body, I'm swervin' the lot (Let's go)
I can't trust the lil' bitch, she be lyin'
Don't try to check up on me, bitch I'm fine
Gotta make sure this money in line

[Outro]
No cap