2009

Yeah,yeah Yeah, yeah I just talked to your hoe, I just hit her I got diamonds, but you know my realer I just texted your hoe on her finsta I promise she won't know I got her I wake up, count money, no problem Take your hoe back, go no time for drama Never stress, I'm still counting commas Never rest, gotta leave the bottom You know that I never rest I can't stop until I make a check Thanking God, cause you know I'm blessed Send a pack, I can't miss a dollar I say counting up these commas, I'm tryna f*ck on this broad She tryna f*ck on a star She know that I am a star I'm a star, I stay at the top Always wake up at eight at the dot Gotta count up, this shit never stop I got no time for a bop F*ck a bop, I won't buy her bags I'm in SoHo, I'm popping these tags It's the reason that these niggas mad, It's the reason they mad Probably fucking his hoe I need some cough Syrup, damn, I'm pulling a four I just left Paris, going to Japan, where you wanna go And I'm buying everything from the damn store, Like from the damn store I be counting these racks with my bro This bitch bad, that bitch is on go That bitch bad, but she is a hoe And I'm counting these blues, counting cho's And they rocking out on my show In the pound, I chill with my dawgs On the top floor, you know I'm the boss Want this life, but don't what it cost Know that it cost a lot Got some chicken I'm counting up guap Young and rich, you know I'm a pop it Check your phone, I'm the trending topic Once I see some Balenci, I cop it Need a vacation out to the tropics When you young and rich, you gotta pop it When you young and rich, you gotta get it Being broke, it taught me a lesson Go get paid if that means go finessing Look at my chain , I got VV my necklace Cause I'm me, they give me a check Pray to God, he the reason I'm blessed She so bad, that bitch got some breasts Made of mill' today imma flex I just talked to your hoe, I just hit her I got diamonds, but you know my realer I just texted your hoe on her finsta I promise she won't know I got her I wake up, count money, no problem Take your hoe back, go no time for drama Never stress, I'm still counting commas Never rest, gotta leave the bottom