Released on February 14, 2017

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[Hook]

Hundred thousand on my wrist

I might just fuck your bitch

I done came up on a check

Watch a young nigga flex

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me

Hundred thousand on my wrist I just might fuck your bitch

I done came up on a check

Watch a young nigga flex

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me


[Verse 1]

I’ve done a lot of wrong

I’ve been fucking all these hoes

I’ve done a lot of right

And I'm still fucking hoes

You just called me on my phone

'Cause you heard that I'm balling

I ain’t really 'bout that talking

Girl I’m really about that action

Bounce it back, Let me tap it

Girl you fucking with a rapper

Girl you know I’m a star

I might pull up in a foreign

I might just cop a Porsche

I don’t really want a Rari

I've done fucked a lot of hoes

Babygirl I’m sorry

A lot of bands on me

All these hoes on me

Watch em dance on me

While I’m blow my cash

Throw that ass back faster

We don’t got too much time

I just spent a hundred racks

I just pray I get it back


[Hook]

Hundred thousand on my wrist

I might just fuck your bitch

I done came up on a check

Watch a young nigga flex

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me

Hundred thousand on my wrist I just might fuck your bitch

I done came up on a check

Watch a young nigga flex

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me


[Verse 2]

I’m in love with the money

Steady counting these hundreds

Watch you dance for the money

Throw it back like you want me

I ain’t tripping about nothing

Steady rolling on the molly

Yea you love when I'm high

Bitch you love me when I’m high

Count it up, Count it up

All these millions Ain’t enough

All these bitches wanna fuck

And that still ain’t enough

Fuck it up, Fuck it up

Run it up, Run it up

Got the club going up

And that still ain’t enough

I’m the man you wanna be yeah

Everything that you see yeah

And I just be counting these bands

Watch her throw it back without no hands


[Hook]

Hundred thousand on my wrist

I might just fuck your bitch

I done came up on a check

Watch a young nigga flex

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me

Hundred thousand on my wrist I just might fuck your bitch

I done came up on a check

Watch a young nigga flex

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me

I just wanna count bands, you don't really understand me