[Intro]

(Damn, Spancy)

Uh

CountUp

GoldenBoy CountUp boy, baby, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga

In real life, nigga

Ayy

[Verse]

You ain't never seen no money seen your face, this what it look like

"Golden, you done ran them niggas down and you done took flight"

Cuh, I won't serve that nigga eighth, he don't look right

You niggas all broke and on your dick, that's what it look like

Blrrt, that's a call from the plug, he say them bubbas in

Blrrt, that's a call for a show, that's another ten

Skrrt, I just bought back ten grams, that's another win

Blrrt, they just let off ten rounds, that's another spin

Golden, I'm just chillin' with my bitch enjoyin' this money, nigga

Diamonds shinin' hard now, I told 'em I was comin', nigga

Ain't runnin' down no bitch and I ain't runnin' out of money, nigga

I'm sellin' pills and bustin' down this brick and servin' junkies, nigga

Pull up in that coupe, chains swanging when I hop out

All my niggas know about them grams, but they drop out

Nigga, tryna chicken talk to me? Well, whip your clock out

Nigga better not try me, I'ma tell his bitch to pop out

Golden back at the trap, you know I got them drugs in

Nigga, if you see them trash bags, then them bugs in

Golden, ask that nigga, he can really get you plugged in

Jit, I'm talkin' trucks, you niggas still gettin' a dub in?

Fly chicken, CountUp boys, bitch, this the mafia

"Golden, what the fuck you in there cookin'?" Nigga, tilapia

Told the plug throw a nigga a thousand up, we robbing ya

Extortion gang, he don't give it up, them jits marking ya

"Golden, please get off that nigga neck, that nigga can't breathe"

Nigga, since you blowin' the phone up, this bitch can't leave

Yeah, that nigga talkin' chicken talk but he ain't me

Nigga, I got traps everywhere, I'm in Saint Pete

Nigga, you better have a gas mask, we cookin' dope in here

I told a nigga all the P's gone, but it's more in here

I showed a fuck nigga one stick, but it's four in here

You can turn the lights off, my shit still glow in here

All these fuckin' diamonds on my mama, it's two hundred on me

China boy done really smelled money, he threw a hundred on me

Steppin' on them pussy niggas' neck 'cause they stunted on me

"Golden, I don't need these niggas for shit, I keep money on me"

You can't count two fifty with your hands, you need a money counter

I can't send two fifty in the mail, I need a way around it

Nigga, I was searchin' for a route then I finally found it

Now I'm runnin' six or seven traps and got the lowest ounces