OWell ****

Got that pound out the whole cell, bring your bitch to that hotel, but you know them fucking hoes tell

Any weight, cause I'm moving like a ton, make sure you got your gun, run Ricky better run, you look like my little son

Call back, fall back, bitch snitch fucking all that, count twenty need it all back, rob a **** ****, **** need all that

All that talking get you touch ****, gossiping and talking on the net ****

Here you when step though, counting cash, yeah my bitch keep me fresh though

I'm just talking on the track, got my Harlem gettie got my back

My **** front then we coming back, Harlem like a diplomat

Its A$AP in this bitch, TyY bout to start some shit

Bullets tryna sound like a hundred clips, you know who you fucking with

Running with the savages (OW-we-well)

Cause triggers down with the sevens (OW-we-well)

Close range with the solo shot, chop you down no photo crop

Shoot a **** out his polo top, Pacquiao the way Otto dropped

But I an't talking about a fight ****, I'm talking bout you fighting for life ****

OWell ****

My team gives two fucks, riding with them K's like I'm Ku-Kluxs, Bitch **** stop acting you to tough

Hit em' with the steel, make em' bruise up, hit the bank fuck the rent we tryna move up

Need a crib with about a six story up, got my **** get the lean, pour me up

Hit a lick, hit my **** Relli up

Meet me at the Heightsless counting money up

Count that money up

**** count that money up

**** count that money up

**** count that money up