Countin on a bankroll 
Wrist out the window
Countin benjamins
Balmain pants on
Guccis on my feet
SK for the rat-tat
You dont be where I be
I’m fresh as fuck, back, back
Countin on a bankroll 
Smokin stupid dope 
Countin benjamins 
Ridin with a whole loaf 
Guccis on my feet 
LV, now you flee 
You dont be where I be 
You aint seen what I seen 
Burberry trench coat 
Wrist out the window 
Smokin on this endo
Balmain pants on 
Fendi for the backpack 
SK for the rat-tat 
A bitch with me, ass fat 
Im fresh as fuck, back, back
Walk in the store, smelling’ like dope 
Big choppers, no Mexico 
On shells, no Texacos 
You wear the fakest clothes
You got on fake Margielas 
That aint my business doe 
Im ballin, I pick and roll 
In the club I’m pickin hoes
Strip club, avalanche 
Stack ones, and make em fall 
Ten grand, ten make em tall 
They need to make me a ball 
My life cant be fabricated 
Cause I want it all 
My jersey, I want a small 
I wanna lion not a dog 
Countin on a bankroll 
Smokin stupid dope 
Countin benjamins 
Ridin with a whole loaf 
Guccis on my feet 
LV, now you flee 
You dont be where I be 
You aint seen what I seen 
Burberry trench coat 
Wrist out the window 
Smokin on this endo
Balmain pants on 
Fendi for the backpack 
SK for the rat-tat 
A bitch with me, ass fat 
Im fresh as fuck, back, back
Eleven county, yeah, yeah, we legal 
Fake Balmains, yeah, yeah, I see you 
Im rollin dope, yeah, yeah, no needle 
Im pouring six, six, sixes, yeah, Im evil 
Throw on this Louis, yeah, yeah, Im ready 
Dont become noodles, yeah, yeah, spaghetti 
Whats in this Gucci, yeah, yeah, its Fetti 
And these LV moon boots, they are heavy 
Lets get it, lets go
Countin on a bankroll
Smokin stupid dope
Countin benjamins
Ridin with a whole loaf
Guccis on my feet
LV, now you flee
You dont be where I be
You aint seen what I seen
Burberry trench coat 
Wrist out the window 
Smokin on this endo
Balmain pants on 
Fendi for the backpack 
SK for the rat-tat 
A bitch with me, ass fat
Im fresh as fuck, back, back
Ballout
My bitch knows that my wrist frozen 
My racks pourin, let a nigga check, my gun blowin 
Work so hard my chain glowin 
In the club, my chain showin
High speed chase, forewarnin 
Road to riches, globe tourin
Back to back, both foreign 
Countin on a bankroll 
Smokin stupid dope 
Countin benjamins 
Ridin with a whole loaf 
Guccis on my feet 
LV, now you flee 
You dont be where I be 
You aint seen what I seen 
Burberry trench coat 
Wrist out the window 
Smokin on this endo
Balmain pants on 
Fendi for the backpack 
SK for the rat-tat 
A bitch with me, ass fat
Im fresh as fuck, back, back