All the bad bitches yeah, they want to party with us
Cause they know we gone get the party turned up
Geeked up yeah for real, yeah all month
That bitch want more pills, what do you want
That bitch want more pills, huh, more drugs
Thinking I'm going to stay, you must be drunk
Pouring up some quay, I'm trying to move on
In L.A. making plays, like I'm on the Dodgers
Yeah, I'm better off just counting bucks
Yeah, I'm better off just counting bucks
Better off just counting bucks
Yeah, I'm better off alone
Better off alone, in my zone
Don't call my phone, I see red like bloodstone
I got to get new clothes in a minute
Riding in a Cayenne Porsche with the windows tinted
I was so down, I was so down bad, I had to pivot
These bitches be switching
Until I pull up with a million
Until my money touch the ceiling
I'm getting all types of women
Pouring up lean, I can't feel shit
Walk around with a full clip
Thirty rounds sit on my hip
Mike Trout, send them out of here
Ride in a four door, windows up, no photos
Yeah, I'm better off just counting bucks
Yeah, I'm better off just counting bucks
Better off just counting bucks
Yeah, I'm better off alone