Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Hey, yo, Nelly
Let's do this
[Verse 2]
At last, I'm literally loungin' black (Yeah)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Come on)
At last, I'm literally loungin' black (Yeah)
Sittin back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
[Verse 3]
Got a bad bitch with me (Uh huh), she in the Valentino (Yeah)
Half black and Filipino, I let her count casinos (Come on)
Her under apple bottom, her underwear Sean John (Yeah)
A hundred on every arm, hundred more in my charm (Let's go)
Tell 'em, Puff
[Verse 4]
Let your mind, let your body and your soul go
It's aight, get your money, stack more dough (Tell 'em, Puff)
Pick a day, get your girl, come and play, come on
You know my motherfuckin' name (You know my motherfuckin' name)
[Verse 5]
How 'bout we hop in the Monte Carlo, tomorrow we'll ice the bottles
In the ocean with the goggles, and act like you won the lotto (Uh oh)
Lamborghini, buggato, my matchin' on the throttle
My motto is snatch, your motto with my latto is a lot, oh, hey
[Verse 6]
Insane (Uh huh), my game is like James (Yeah)
Kobe or maybe Dwayne Wade (That's right)
Fresh shades, Alexander McClains (Come on)
Bottles of rosé, some rockin' OJs (Let's go)
Tell 'em, Puff
[Verse 7]
Let your mind, let your body and your soul go
It's aight, get your money, stack more dough (Tell 'em, Puff)
Pick a day, get your girl, come and play (Yeah)
You know my motherfuckin' name (You know my motherfuckin' name)
[Verse 8]
At last, I'm literally loungin' black (Come on)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
At last, I'm literally loungin' black (Come on)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
Sittin' back, sittin' back, sittin' back, sittin' back, sittin' back (Come on)
Countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
[Verse 9]
I kick in the door, wavin' the four-four (Yeah)
All you heard was dirty, don't hurt 'em no more (Uh uh)
Well, fuck that, I'm takin' my reign back (Reign back)
So take that (Take that)
So take that, tell 'em, Puff
[Verse 10]
Let your mind, let your body and your soul go
It's aight, get your money, stack more dough (Tell 'em, Puff)
Pick a day, get your girl, come and play, come on (Come on)
You know my motherfuckin' name (You know my motherfuckin' name)
[Verse 11]
I pull up to the party with Cory smokin' cigary (Yeah)
With the baddest little shawty
'Cause shawty love to get naughty (Uh oh)
Dollar after dollar, you **** might wanna holler
I chinchilla the collar (Come on), dirty, what I did with comma, hey (Hey)
Keep time, A.P., shine
We fly only in G-5
She's fine, yup, she's mine
Put your peace high, homie, for B.I.
Tell 'em, Puff
[Verse 12]
Let your mind, let your body and your soul go
It's aight, get your money, stack more dough (Tell 'em, Puff)
Pick a day, get your girl, come and play, yeah
You know my motherfuckin' name (You know my motherfuckin' name)
[Verse 13]
At last, I'm literally loungin' black (Come on)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
At last, I'm literally loungin' black (Come on)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
Sittin' back, sittin' back, sittin' back, sittin' back, sittin' back (Come on)
Countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
[Verse 14]
Now, what ya wanna do (What?)
You fuckin' with a baller (Yeah)
A St. Louis brawler
You can hate me, she gon' fuck with me regardless
We be a flawless, all this
Tell 'em, Puff
[Verse 15]
Let your mind, let your body and your soul go
It's aight, get your money, stack more dough (Tell 'em, Puff)
Pick a day, get your girl, come and play, yeah
You know my motherfuckin' name (You know my motherfuckin' name)
[Verse 16]
Stackin' papers, contagious
Buildin' paper skyscrapers
Stuntin' outrageous
Comin' straight out the matrix
Hustle lil' mommy
Countin' papers my hobby
Throwin' up the tachardi
Down the streets of Miami, come on
[Verse 17]
My neck gold, the bling is rainbow
It came cold and made to hang low
The bank roll is made to stay swole (Yeah)
You can't fold more paper than Kinko
[Verse 18]
At last, I'm literally loungin' black (Come on)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
At last, I'm literally loungin' black (Come on)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
Sittin' back, sittin' back, sittin' back, sittin' back, sittin' back
Countin' double digit thousand stacks (Let's go)
Written by: B. Bowles, Brandon Joel Bowles, C. Martin, Christopher E. Martin, Christopher Wallace, Cornell Haynes, Jr., D. Grusin, H. Mason, Harvey Jay Mason, Jalacy Hawkins, Jay Hawkins, Nathaniel Glover, Norman Glover, R. Ellis, R. Richard, Reginald D. Ellis, Rodney Richards