I got money counters in the kitchen
Clientele tryna come and visit (yeah)
Young niggas all around greedy, shit they thrown down
They don't know shit about religion (yeah)
Only Christian that they know is Dior
They rocking they just wanna eat more
Fucking bitches on the seashore
I'm travelling, I just wanna see more
Got the banger with me, that's at all times
Ten bitches with me, and they all dimes
If we get into it, then there are repercussions
Got the chopper with me, want an introduction
Dropping bags off, gotta stay productive
Driving mad fast in the Rolls Cullinan
Hit a snapback with no steel bullets
I'm a millionaire, but I'll still pull it
Ever sent 300 in a Goyard duffel
At the trap spot doing Mcdonald numbers
Got blood money, we some real dope rabbles
The lost souls, there ain't no hope for 'em
Diamonds got a nigga wet wet wet
Chandelier AP with baguettes
Turn a nigga hood to fright fest
Gotta 50 on me, that's a light check
Four tennis's that's a light neck
This the big boy, not the light jet
Me and lil mama have re-up sex
We gon' step on niggas like an insect
Got a glass wrist with the Windex
In the Caribbean's, talking real boss shit
With the Chile out I got the Hermes trink
In the new low, got a strong lemon scent
Bought the Redeye, came with the limo tint
Paid the rent she was bad bad bad
Euros riding with the dealership tag
Shawty overloaded with Chanel bags
Modified charger gone in a flash
Reaper wit me tryna snatch a nigga soul
Trap a 100 car get it followed home
International, I did a show in Rome
Flying out to a nigga block with a drone
She gone come and put my mind at ease
Tall nigga, she wanna climb my tree
Virgin Islands, ocean front part land
Millie cash, have them bags on hand
She gone follow through and turn up for me
Spending problem, I just burn up money
Coups lined up all different colors
Vibes lined up all different colors
Overseas guns, five different colors
Got a good shot like an NBA jumper
Big dog havin' NBA money
Never play for that bees in the court
I got money counters in the kitchen
Clientele tryna come and visit (yeah)
Young niggas all around greedy, shit they thrown down
They don't know shit about religion (yeah)
Only Christian that they know is Dior
They rocking they just wanna eat more
Fucking bitches on the seashore
I'm travelling, I just wanna see more
Got the banger with me, that's at all times
Ten bitches with me, and they all dimes
If we get into it, then there are repercussions
Got the chopper with me, want an introduction
Dropping bags off, gotta stay productive
Driving mad fast in the rolls culling