(ha-ha-ha-ha) ouungh
Yeah yeah yeah-yeah
(ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah yeah yeah-yeah
(ha-ha-ha-ha) ouungh
Yeah yeah yeah-yeah
(ha-ha-ha-ha)
You don't have to say a thing
Don't have to say nothin'
I know what you thinkin' and
Just how you feel about me
But don't forget it's ok lil' bitch
I'm countin' long money
How could I even give a shit if you got a problem with it?
Posted up
I could break the bank
When I count my funds
Test your luck
We choppin' 'em up
Like garlic cloves
Posted up
YSL cologne and I'm with my thugs
With my brudda
If I'm Tom Brady
Then he's Randy Moss
Throwin' shots
Like the Splash Brothers
Just tossin' 'em up
I hit the corner
Like I'm robbing a bank
In a bulletproof truck
I hit the corner
Like I'm robbing a bank
Bitch the bank is open
(yeah yeah ok ok)
I'm unlocking my next level
I am not with the fuckery
I am not with the dumb lil' shit
I am not with a dumb lil' bitch
Create my future like I'm at Icebox
Shit gonna be cold and lit
Rockin' grills might go all different colors
All I know it'll snow in my shit
Gotta go see the tooth fairy
Diamond the rock add onto my teeth
It's Gucci it's double Gs
Look down at my kicks
And they made by V
True visionary
Say RIP
They lookin' scary
They need IVs
Bitch I blend with the crowd
I don't show off or seek
Racks in my ear racks in the bank
I been in the gym I can flex my physique
They praying for me they all really trying
But there ain't no such thing as lifting up a being like me
Bitch I'm too much of a hellion
I ain't praying for nobody
I ain't staying for nobody
And I ain't playin' the top my reach
You ain't lengthy can't top my reach
Ride in Bentley can't top my speed
Chop the top off the droptop bitch
On a plane and it's private
You don't have to say a thing
Don't have to say nothin'
I know what you thinkin' and
Just how you feel about me
But don't forget it's ok lil' bitch
I'm countin' long money
How could I even give a shit if you got a problem with it?
(ha-ha-ha-ha)
(ha-ha-ha-ha)
(ha-ha-ha-ha)
(ha-ha-ha-ha)