All Day

Faded in the VIP I'm just tryna' keep it lit I been counting all day Oh money counting all day (Yeah yeah) Cartier aye every day aye, rack it up I been in my bag tryna' count it up (Count it up) Bottle service girls get to back it up Bottle service girls get to back it up I don't know what it is, couldn't put me in box Under pressure I do better like my bourbon on the rocks I ain't finished after this, tell the waiter send me shots Way I'm tipping man you would think we from the same block Liquor got ahold of me I'm telling the truth Pouring out a bottle just to give you the proof Ain't no lies on that, blame it on the Henny and juice Ain't no lies on that, you know that it's real in the booth Faded in the VIP I'm just tryna' keep it lit I been counting all day Oh money counting all day (Yeah yeah) Paranoia got me looking in the rearview I could sell what's in the back and buy a clear-view They don't want the smoke, try me it's a man down Family turn to friend, friend turn to fan now Whoa how it goes I don't got the time to figure it out In the car with the windows up smoking some loud Got the city on back Put my people on the map Pregame in the whip I'm just tryna' keep it lit I been counting all day Money counting all day