Lil’ bitch don’t fuck up the count

Lil’ bitch don’t fuck up the count

Hoe, don’t fuck up the count

Bitch, don’t fuck up the count

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in- aye, aye

Lil’ bitch don’t fuck up the count

Hoe, don’t fuck up the count

Bitch, don’t fuck up the count

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in- aye, aye

I need my diamonds on ice, I need that heavy not light

I need my codeine with Sprite, lil’ bitch you not ‘bout that life

I’ma come clean I’m the man, but you will not catch me with Xans

But I’ll pop a pill in your mans, an Addy or a Perc 10

To make me grab the MAC-10, and shoot this shit right at his face

I don’t got time for no lawyers, I ain’t got time for no case

These fake trappers getting clapped, you sneak diss, that’s a wrap

See me I don’t talk I don’t speak, I just sit back and laugh

You running the trap with your mans, see ain’t no swimming in the sand

My whole team play for keeps, this BDM shit a clan

Gang, gang, gang, gang

550 still the same

Never switch, never change

Never turn into a lame

Large amount bankrolls

Hella hoes hella hoes

Hella friends hella foes

All lames get exposed

All my **** teeth gold

And when music get old

Shit it’s back to the trap

Black gloves, kicking doors

Lil’ bitch don’t fuck up the count

Lil’ bitch don’t fuck up the count

Hoe, don’t fuck up the count

Bitch, don’t fuck up the count

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in- aye, aye

Lil’ bitch don’t fuck up the count

Hoe, don’t fuck up the count

Bitch, don’t fuck up the count

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in cash

I want my hunnids in- aye, aye