Hop in a booth and I act, up

Hop on a beat and I go, dumb

I jus be counting these, racks, up

I jus be counting these, racks, up

Bitch, I'm gon' light me a, big, blunt

Sippin' that dirty, iss ack, yeah

I'm countin amount, that you can't, touch

And if he act bad, I got big guns

I just fucked bitch, I fucked my Balmain jeans up

Bitch I stay countin racks, I pop these tags

I fuck up the script up

Remember I was on my mama's couch, I wasn't making shit, yeah, yeah

Now I'm making big money with OG countin' strips, Yeah, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh

I feel like I'm yeah, yeah uh, mm

Yeah, yeah uh, uh, yeah

Yeah uh, uh, yeah, yeah

I stay countin' paper, uh

I hop the whip, I puff me a blunt, and yeah, I'm drippin

Had to flood the wrist up on my left, diamonds on me they chillin

Issa a cool ten on my fit, I'm in some balmain denims

It's a bad lil' bitch, she gon' choose on this, say she wanna get with it

I'm big dog, you a lil' pup, I'm big bruh, not lil' bruh

A ****, done up the stats, yuh

05 wanna make you rap, huh

I fuck that bitch in the bed of the truck

I fuck that bitch from the back, yuh

All of my bitches on my bad, yuh, all of my bitches got ass, yuh

Big smoke, big pack, 5.0 in my blunt wrap

Big drank, on me, I'm gon pop the seal, yeah

Big money, young **** you fuck with me, cause I count racks

She love me, She hate me, uhh, bitch I was born a mack

Sip ack bitch, this ain't Henny, count racks, bitch, I count plenty

Count fifties, I count Benjis, got yo' bitch right here with me

I'm poppin' my shit, it's cool, 15 on my wrist

Bitch I'm the shit, and I'm throwin' up big 406

Tell me, why them **** hatin, cause bitch, I stay bankin

Fuck what you think, bitch, can't hear shit, bitch, I'm faded

Valentino fragrance, smash yo' bitch up in my Range whip

And I'm on a drank, bitch, yeah, I'm goin' ape shit

Can't give that bitch a kiss, cause I know that she suck dick

I told the bitch I'm a virgin, so she gon' let me hit

She like the way I'm flirting, all I do is talk shit

All I do is count bands, nah she can't come to the crib

Nah she can't come to the pad, nah she can't stay where we at

I count these racks on racks, I count these bands on bands

Hop in a booth and I act, up

Hop on a beat and I go, dumb

I jus be counting these, racks, up

I jus be counting these, racks, up