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

Like oh goddamn, that's the bitchbitch that I want Oh goddamn, diamonds all in my fronts Like 7 AM I was fucking your love 11 AM, you took that bitchbitch right to brunch Aye, I told that bitchbitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face .45 on my waist, boy get out my

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

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

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

Really heavy shit Ion't gotta check the balance It keep adding up Count it (hoe) Count it (bitch) Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe) Blue bands in my luggage Wrist is bluebell with the ice hoe (ice hoe)

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

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

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'

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