Actin’ like you hard, ugh-ugh, no he ain’t
My pockets do need a tummy tuck
Watch how I do it, these niggas stupid
Heard these lil niggas, they fuckin’ up
Switch, switch, swerve
If I buy that new i3 will you ride then?
Pussy is wet, I’m ringin’ it out
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Count up the money and bag it
Yah, yah, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah, oh
I’m bout to lose it, hey
Yeah, damn, that’s your girl she’s so fine
Count up the money and bag it
Niggas thought I couldn’t come back with somethin’
That shit cray
She my lil rider no matter what
Oh, yah
Oh, yah, yah, yah, oh, yah, yah, yah
I’m brazy, they know it, she wanna throw it
I don’t got shovels I’m diggin’ a route, woah-woah-woah
Yah, yah, I’m gon’ blow her mind
I’m bout to lose it, hey
Yah, yah, yah, oh, skrt-skrt
Man it’s straight, K Swisha with the 808, oh
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
I’m bout to lose it
Ratchet bitch, ya, she put on the set
Count up the money and bag it
Yah, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
She my lil rider no matter what
I’m bout to lose it, oh
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
I made a lot, never a drought
Hop out a whip, hop out a whip, I blow it
My niggas greasy, woo, yeah, my niggas greasy, woo
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
I ain’t fuckin’ with a bird
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Oh, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Count up the money and bag it
Hey man niggas thought I had one
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
Gettin’ the guap, makin’ it pop
Yeah, yeah, uh, I’m bout to lose it
Yeah I did it with my squad and they said I can’t
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
That shit brazy
If I bend her over then you know a nigga paint
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Count up the money and bag it
Palm tree, Miami, yup I’m gainin’ weight, skrt
She my lil rider no matter what
Diamonds, they lighter than lightbulbs
Pull up to the scene, you know a nigga skate
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I wear Chanel like woah-woah
Skrt-srt, oh
I did it easy, woah, theme niggas sleazy, woo
She my lil rider no matter what
Droppin’ the top, hey
I give that bitch what she deserve
Louis duffel full of herb
She my lil rider no matter what
Nigga you out your mind
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
I’m bout to lose it, hey
Give me some brain, what you thinkin’ about?
I’m bout to lose it, oh
She my lil rider no matter what
Three stacks on the Louie bag, no problem
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
Count up the money and bag it
Gosha on my chest, hold up, nigga, flex
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Hey, yah, oh