When I was a youngin momma beat with the belt
Everyday she asked what i’mma do with myself
I told her I wanna get rich and get a house up on the hills
Started juggin for them bands trying to stack a couple mill
When I went to school I used to wear the same clothes
They used to laugh and joke but now I’m fucking all these nigga’s hoes
Patience was they key now nigga all my bitches bad
I just might send one of my hoes to come finess you out your racks
Flexin. on these. niggas. pull up. in a. all black
If a. nigga. run up. wrong. we gon'. lay his. ass flat
Hold up, hold up, hold up, parking lot, doing donuts
Got your. girl giving. brain. she de-serves. a di-ploma
Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully man I don’t give 2 fucks 'bout you
I can tell he broke cause he don’t make no moves
Riding with them ratchets better keep your cool
Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully man I don’t give 2 fucks 'bout you
I can tell he broke cause he don’t make no moves
Riding with them ratchets better keep your cool
I just. made a. jug. off my. i-phone (skrrrt!)
I just. fucked your. bitch. made her. walk home (skrrrt!)
I just. called my. plug. need them. quick racks (skrrrt!)
I just. turned a. dollar into. 6 racks (skrrrt!)
I love. counting money. it’s a. fucking hobby (let's get it)
See it. and i. want it. then i. got to. cop it
I be. flipping money. like it’s. acro-batics (beep)
I ain’t. with the. talk-ing. get the. auto-matic
Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully man I don’t give 2 fucks 'bout you
I can tell he broke cause he don’t make no moves
Riding with them ratchets better keep your cool
Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully man I don’t give 2 fucks 'bout you
I can tell he broke cause he don’t make no moves
Riding with them ratchets better keep your cool