[Intro]
I'm counting these bands up (Yeah-yeah)
I swear my choppa do damage
She wanna hold me for ransom
I get some cash, I advance it
Big bag like Marilyn Manson
We got a whole lotta mansions (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, uh (Woah, woah)

[Chorus]
I'm counting these bands up (Woah)
I swear my choppa do damage (Woah)
She wanna hold me for ransom (Woah)
I get some cash, I advance it (Woah)
Big bag like Marilyn Manson (Woah)
We got a whole lotta mansions (Woah)

[Verse 1]
Tell her it's so automatic
Don't love the fact that she off a Xanny
I gotta swerve in a Caddy
You finna slide in a taxi (Woah)
Fu-Fu-Fuck her one time, let her have it (Woah)
She tell me, yeah, I'm so sassy (Yeah)
I said, "Bih', you got no daddy", pfft, pfft (Kill, you got no daddy, yeah)
Fuck this beat up, I want it badly
Look how they count me out, sadly
While I'm here counting up rackies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know how bad I wanted this
Now I'm sitting here, the Cartier, the diamond blinging, covered up my wrist
I just had to go and drop a tape that's full of hits, I hit 'em with this shit, pfft
I'ma hit up all the hoes, yeah, we call the guys, yeah, we staying at the Ritz
They ain't know I could do it like this
They ain't think I was steppin' like this
Walk outside and I'm taking yo' bitch
She like, "Tell me, what’s that on your wrist?"
[Verse 2]
And you know, yeah
And I know it get hard, but I chose me, so I just gotta move on (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
You could see how I been moving, level up, oh yeah, the shit I been on (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Know a lot of people hate me, but I'm good, I know I didn't do nun' wrong, yeah (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
I do not need ones approval, don't fuck with me, yeah, so then move along, yeah (pfft)
I never did nothin' crazy, I just fuck 'round, make a whole lotta songs (Songs, oh)
Y'all thought y'all could count me out, but it's okay, y'all finna watch me move up, pfft, yeah
She a dancer (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah)
Ran them bands up
You talk on the low, you get blammed up
I'm the second brown boy, yo, I'm like, "Damn, yeah"
As a kid, I just would hope I got fans, yeah
Oh, I met Charli D'Amelio, yeah, ain't that random?
I only like really pretty ho's, yeah, not no fan, yeah
I got like twelve, like, coming off this jet, yeah, when we land, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm counting these bands up
I swear my choppa do damage (Pfft)
She wanna hold me for ransom (Yeah)
I get some cash, I advance it
Big bag like Marilyn Manson
We got a whole lotta mansions (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh
[Outro]
(Pfft, uh)
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(Yeah, yeah) (Oh, oh)