[Verse 1: LEW]

Look, yeah…

God’s favorite, we the last ones laughing

Brand so cold, these niggas want to jack it

Girls at the show like sardines packed in

Used to be at Amazon warehouse packing

Now I’m in my prime like Amazon package

I ain’t scared to die for this shit, this passion

Dead serious, I ain’t scared of no casket

Hard times never, ever, ever made me panic

Hard work, boy, you only play how you practice

Y’all never cheered for the boy way back then

Now we say “cheers” under champagne glassеs

Came out the water, and I got shit cracking

Mе and my lawyer in the same tax bracket

Could’ve been a lawyer, but I bossed up rapping

Yes, baby, I’m the Bozeman like Chadwick

But to tell you the truth

When I was 16, I was scared of the cooch

WHEREISLEW had self-confidence issues

Bad as hell like terrible twos

St-st-st-stuttering ‘round the hoes

Embarrassing youth

Down bad, broke, feeling very abused

From the dirt like vegetarian food

Late for my meeting over there with the Jews

‘Cause I walked out the house and just stared at the coupe

Too clean, hop in like, “Where is the roof?”

Hit a button, oh shit, nigga, there is the roof!

If you want to meet God, nigga, stare at my jewels

If you want to meet God, bring a chair in the booth

Paid two racks for this Louis V coat

That I’m wearing all June, ‘cause why not?

Baby girl, I’m different

Clobex on me, my palms straight itching

Money being printed every day, go get it

You never lose bitches trying to chase this cash

But you lose cash trying to chase these bitches

Them hot-ass rides in the ‘98 Civic

Them cold-ass nights in the spot that we rented

I remember all of that shit so vivid

Damn, I ain’t clocked in in a minute, huh?

Used to poverty-stricken, huh?

Could’ve gave up, but I didn’t, huh?

Bank account need Ozempic, huh?

I’m just counting up digits, huh?

I’m just counting up digits, huh?

I’m just counting up digits

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten

[Chorus: LEW]

I just count, count, count

Everything is working out

You want to know how I know?

‘Cause it’s too much bread to count

And baby girl, I gotta go

Go out there and make you proud

So take this and just count it up for me

Baby girl, count it up

Count it up for me

Baby girl, count it up

Count it up for me

Baby girl, count it up

Count it up, count it up, count it up, uh huh…

This is fucking fire, fuego—

In Arabic, we “hot,” okay?