Do the hoedown (throwdown) Boom boom clap Boom de clap de clap Throw it all together That's how we roll Pop it, lock it Polka dot it Countrify then hip hop it Put your hawk in the sky

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 hoehoe (ice hoehoe)

I know, I know what's real so keep it a thousand, ahh In the field, swervin' in that Audi Fuck your feelings, fuck whoever doubt it Told the plug ain't no need to count it I know, I know what's real, I know you in the field I know, you say you drill, I

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 hoehoe I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, all these bitches wanna

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

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, 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

The wind calls your name, get out of your bed Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead Just when we prevail, the hangman is here Hear his boots and see the figure passing by Echoes of him have been heard Spiritually he is all intact Say your prayer

I'm ballin' outta control, I'm ballin' outta control I wake up on a daily basis I go so hard with these riches I fell in love with the Rollie I said fuck all of you hoes I count this money up, I'm already rich I fell in love as a dodie These demons, they

And yeah you can count me in Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in Yeah, you can count me in Bangin' out the mothafuckin' back door Yeah, you sippin' but you not

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye Hunnid on my jewels aye, I got all these groupies Brittney turned me to a slut Who the fuck are