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)

Count my green (my green) Or get in between (those titties) Like my women (like what?) Thick and pretty (pretty and thick) Like my money (woo) Thick and pretty (thick and pretty) Money and bad bitches Hundreds and fifties (fifties) Bitches with titties

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

This is how you start a party Beaucoup bitches in the lobby (in the lobby) Bust it open like piñata (like piñata) Beaucoup bottles on the counter (on the counter) Tell a friend to tell somebody We about to start the party I told my niggas I'mma pull up

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

I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy When I wake up in the morning I roll up and count my money All my bitches love me, they gon’ answer for a real one Dollar $ign Mustard on the beat hoe I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, all these bitches wanna

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 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

I'm on some shit right now Cash out on a wip Yeah I might fuck a nigga bitchbitch right now Counting grams and stacking Franklin's I'm tryna get rich right now Hey I'm on some shit right now Pull up on that bih like skrt skrt skrt BitchBitch get in right now Feel

Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy, nigga (yeah) Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, run it up Got a bitchbitch to get the bread 'cause the bank playin' Dope boy, count, count, dope boy, count, count (yeah) That's when I have some cool water that I whip slow