Countin' on these racks, make my finger hurt
Carti on my face, got my vision blurred
240 on the, mm, 240 on the dash
Treatin' all these bitches like my last
Pourin' out my glass, toast to the success in my past
I'm choppin' shit, I made my own path
I'm rich shit, I'm rich shit, just add it up like math
Got water on, I'm cookin' up like meth
Ayy, I spent that shit, then spent again
Spun that bitch, then spun again
I fucked that bitch, then fucked a friend
She know that I was in her room with her friend Evelyn
Yeah, I'm such a slimy nigga, I might go and slime again
Said she shoulda, woulda, coulda, I might be a veteran
Peter Piper, Pepper fuckin' bitches for the hell of it
I might walk up in this bitch and teach her proper etiquette
I said, hell yeah, got me a lil' whip, that's bitch to start
And I said, hell yeah, y'all can start, lil' nigga, I just finished
I'm like, yeah, yeah, I'm just grindin' shit and I'm like Barton
I said, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Countin' on these racks, make my finger hurt
Carti on my face, got my vision blurred
240 on the, mm, 240 on the dash
Treatin' all these bitches like my last
Pourin' out my glass, toast to the success in my past
I'm choppin' shit, I made my own path
I'm rich shit, I'm rich shit, just add it up like math
Got water on, I'm cookin' up like meth