Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitchbitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitchbitch Out of the way kids BitchBitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in

Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like why'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks

Wonder milky bitchbitch You know how to do it You don't like arithmetic Tasting,touching,swallowing me Drinking me like bloody Mary This is the story of a country girl Back in town from her country house She came to me with her muddy boots She destroyed all

This scene I'm on is for actors and actresses Bitches comin' in disorderly fashion I belong in the Wraith like a star gaze Cameras gon' flash when you're the main attraction Looking in the mirror, I count this shit backwards Had to get this shit the hard

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Let's go inside my astral plane (no more pain) Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitchbitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin' room On the same level This shit here

Bitch, who do you love? I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga I'm that nigga on the block Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga with the plugs I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm the nigga on the back street With the fat

I'm a gargoyle (word) Got 'em hard boiled (boiled) Where this popcorn? (Pop) I'm on top floors (hey) Bitch, I'm country (top, top, top) I mean Tom Sawyer Black on black mirror (yeah) That is charcoal No (What lil' shawty, what lil' shawty say)

Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (young and bad) P-P-Pull up in that Wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my neck with so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (count up them racks) Run up a sack