Still countin' money

(**** keep tellin' me to jump) fuck else I'm 'posed to be doin'? (Uh)

Louis, my bag in the foreign, I speed through the city, then quickly get back in the truck (skrrt)

Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm addin' it up (huh)

I'll be right back in the mornin', now Maybachs get backed on the corner from havin' it rough

**** be outta they mind, they thought that bitch was a dime, she actually a dub (Joyner, Joyner)

I used to sell a lil' work just to get make enough bread when the bills was tallyin' up

I made the millions from music, now I'm at the point where I miss not havin' enough (bah-bah-bah)

I value loyalty over the money, if **** a rat, we ain't patchin' it up (yeah-yeah)

Don't give a fuck if it's 500K, if the feature is whack, then I'm passin' it up (whoo-whoo)

Straight to the M's and I'm laughin' it up (ay), if that pussy a ten, I ain't strappin' it up

I like me a nerd, but I want me a freak, and if she ain't a freak, she ain't ratchet enough

She throw it back, but I'm slappin' it up, my name on her ass, she tatted it up

The 9 on my hip, if a **** wan' trip, hope that doctor be quick when he patchin' him up (brrt-ah)

Somebody take the wheel, that Henny got me on a crazy spell (whoa)

I feel like I wanna go chase a thrill (bah), but really, I'd rather go chase these mills (bah, bah)

Since I was a kid, I been raisin' hell (bah), I really just shoulda went straight to jail (bah)

For poppin' my shit, but it ain't no pills (bah), you know how I get when I break the seal (for real)

I was tryna get it out a hallway, make a lil' flip, turn bands into broadway, uh (bah)

I don't take breaks on a hard day, money don't sleep, so I'm on on my off day, whoa (bah)

Not enough wins on the parlay, took a lotta L's, but I learned it the hard way (ay)

Runnin' red lights, give a fuck about the law (ay), this a one-way street, and I'm goin' down the wrong way, uh (Joyner, Joyner)

I was goin' down the wrong way, pedal to the floor, I'll teach you how to road rage (bah-bah-bah)

Hit up my connect, tell him fuck with me the long way, big underdog, turned crumbs into gourmet (grrt-ah)

Made in my sleep what you made in a hard day, five-star dinners, I ain't eatin' at a buffet (bah, bah, bah)

Rolls-Royce Phantom, Joyner Lucas on CarPlay, stars in the ceilin', more lights than an arcade (bah, bah, bah)

I been on my shit and **** sick of the nonsense, deliver shit to make 'em say I'm sick in my conscience (brrt-ah)

The bigger a **** get, a **** big as a block is, my middle finger stick up when I'm flippin' imposters (brrt-ah)

I keep a lock on shit like I been livin' with locksmiths, you ever plot on me, then you'll be seein' the plot twist (bah, brrt-ah)

I don't believe in ****, I believe in the process, I kill a **** beat, and leave his shit in the hospice, for real (brrt-ah)

Turn up the stove, I'm cookin' and eatin', I'm grindin' all week, don't care where I'm sleepin' (Joyner, Joyner)

I hate bein' broke, this shit got me schemin' (ay), if you owe me money, somebody gon' squeeze (brrt-ah)

I'm flippin' the script, don't care if they peepin' (ay, ay), I came from the bricks, my parents was cheatin' (yeah)

I stay in the field, don't play in the bleachers, I work on the scale, I'm slangin' to teachers (brrt, brrt)

Don't care 'bout no hate, just need me some bitches (whoa, ay), just send in your tape, come get an audition (ay, ay)

I nut in her face, now look how she glisten (ay), I'm deep in her lake, she thought I was fishin' (yeah)

These bitches be cuffin', I broke outta prison, my base in the oven, I'm fresh out the kitchen (whoo)

I bust down an onion, my **** gon' flip it (whoa, whoa), I made me a cut (Joyner), but I'm still on a mission (mission)

Louis, my bag in the foreign, I speed through the city, then quickly get back in the truck (skrrt)

Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm addin' it up (huh)

I'll be right back in the mornin', now Maybachs get backed on the corner from havin' it rough

**** be outta they mind, they thought that bitch was a dime, she actually a dub

So glad that I got outta prison, and that ain't no place to be bitchin', they stabbin' you up (they do)

Turned out the truck with the baddest of bitches, I came through the trenches right after the club (skrrt)

I was that **** that went and go got it, don't care 'bout no mileage, we back in the truck (don't care)

Rollies and Pateks, they mad as a fuck, this is not love, bitch, you actin' off lust (lust)

I was so destined to just be that **** since Rosa ain't go sit in back of that bus

Look at my style and just copy me, never acknowledge me, now they be actin' like us (like us)

Goodfellas, baby, you know how we movin', the pistol, the shovel in back of the truck (right there)

Went outta town, I'll be back in a month, fuckin' her face 'til her lashes is done (uh)

I been an outcast like André, meet me at the Garden and we do it at the Barclay (Brooklyn)

AMG, on my phone for the CarPlay, smokin' on the butter in the spot, we got Parkay (butter)

Couple dollars on your top, I got **** that'll pull up on your block, and they won't leave all day (all day)

OG's that'll really do it to you, they don't listen to no drill, all they puttin' on is Sade (ah)

They tellin' me they ill, but these **** is not sick (not), jumped outta drop six me and a top pick

Still be in the trap, you ain't gotta remind shit (trap), I'm low, but them Cartiers cover my eyelids

The Patek all ice, I don't hear when the time tick (all ice), it gotta be the best, only shit that my mom get

Put me to the test, now they watchin' my mind flip, say it with your chest, bro, don't turn to a hostage (don't do it)

I come from the trenches, I grow up with tweakers, dusty, my mama would dress us on Easter (mama)

Product so raw got 'em talkin' to Jesus, what the price on the pie? I ain't talkin' no pizza (nah)

Foreigns around me, they all from Ibiza, I earned all my stripes, I ain't talkin' Adidas

I think I'm LeBron when I'm walkin' through Cleveland, Pablo and Joyner, the conference Eastern (Eastern)

Louis, my bag in the foreign, I speed through the city, then quickly get back in the truck (skrrt)

Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm addin' it up (all up)

I'll be right back in the mornin', now Maybachs get backed on the corner from havin' it rough

**** be outta they mind, they thought that bitch was a dime, she actually a