[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(BANG$KOTT, fuck around, you know he make that beat drop)
Yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds
I count up the money (Yeah, I count up)
Rubber band, duffle-bag, count up the money (Count it up)
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, count it up)
Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy
She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny (Boom)
Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny
Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Jokes on you, ha-ha, still broke (Bitch)
Tear my Ferragamo belt off, dick in her throat (Woo, yeah)
Pull down my zipper, make a lil' bitch choke
Steady hoppin' to conclusions, lil' nigga, get croaked (Bah)
No Facebook, face shots, nigga, get poked (Bah, woo)
I'm a slime, lil' bitch, like lil' Geico (Slime)
Bust the Uzi off the mothafuckin' motorcycle (Slatt, okay)
He was barely breathing', had to let his lil' life go (Ha)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Jimmy Bolt]
Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds
I count up the money (Yeah, I count up)
Rubber band, duffle-bag, count up the money (Count it up)
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, count it up)
Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy
She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny (Boom, yeah)
Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny (Yeah)
Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)
[Verse 2: Jimmy Bolt & Trippie Redd]
Count up the money, I count up them digits
Count up the yacks, I get it, I spend it (Oh, yeah)
I might go take a bitch shoppin', no limit (On God)
Brand new Dior, it ran me a ticket (Woo)
Go rap about it but my niggas live it
Ain't got no [?] so we ride with extended
Ain't got no money so you in your feelings
Dead presidents, I been makin' a killin' (Skrrt)
Ooh, double R truck (Skrrt)
Got way too much in my cup
Cop me a fitted, go fuck on a slut
Four-hundred K, that ain't nothing to us (Guap)
You dressin' real bummy
Hit that lil' pussy, left you dead like mummy
She give me head with an Off-White scrunchie
Bring back the dead while I count up these hundreds
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds
I count up the money (Yeah, I count up)
Rubber band, duffle-bag, count up the money (Count it up)
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, count it up)
Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy
She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny (Boom)
Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny
Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)
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