[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, big bag
Yeah, countin' up the big racks
Countin' up the big racks, ay
Countin' up the big racks

[Verse 1]
N***as they don't know me
I'm ballin' even off the court, I feel like Kobe
You movin' fast, so watch these bullets hit him slowly
Lil n***a, he won't fuckin' sell you, not my brodie

[Chorus]
N***as they just mad I got a big bag on me
N***a talkin' down, then he better get his bitch back
If you really shooting, how the fuck you really missed that?
N***a got my ex ho, I already hit that
N***a really hating cause I'm counting up the big racks
Countin' up them hundreds n***a, you know
Pockets be on fat, n***a, pockets be on sumo
Up the fire, push a n***a back like it's Judo
My ho really foreign, yeah my shit came straight from Pluto

[Verse 2]
Man I got them racks in, made it do a back flip
Mad I got like five hoes on me up in Saks Fifth
We knew that that boy fake, we knew he was acting
N***a you don't want no problem, you don't want no action
Put him on a screen, n***a, TV
Diamonds water, Fiji
Countin' green, seaweed
Hit him in the eye, John Cena you can't see me
No movie but this choppa finna hit his ass in 3D
She hit my phone, she sayin' that she need me
We gon' spin that boy, look like a CD
Making money, man that shit too easy
This choppa make a n***a restart, it make him repeat
[Chorus]
Big bag on me
N***a talkin' down, then he better get his bitch back
If you really shooting, how the fuck you really missed that?
N***a got my ex ho, I already hit that
N***a really hating cause I'm counting up the big racks
Countin' up them hundreds n***a, you know
Pockets be on fat, n***a, pockets be on sumo
Up the fire, push a n***a back like it's Judo
My ho really foreign, yeah my shit came straight from Pluto