[Intro]

Bitch is so bad, and she throwing it back

Stuck in the crib, and I'm smoking that pack

Bitch is so bad, and she throwing it back

Stuck in the crib, and I'm smoking that pack

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch is so bad, and she throwing it back

Stuck in the crib, and I'm smoking that pack

Little bro not my homie, I heard he a rat

He stuck in his game and he not making no bag

And my money up, but you fell off

And I got no gun, but I'm still tough

He not cold, boy, he a knockoff

Let me count my money, can you fuck off?

[Chorus]

Bitch is so bad, and she throwing it back

Stuck in the crib, and I'm smoking that pack

Little bro not my homie, I heard he a rat

He stuck in his game and he not making no bag

And my money up, but you fell off

And I got no gun, but I'm still tough

He not cold, boy, he a knockoff

Let me count my money, can you fuck off?

[Bridge]

And my coupe a two seatеr

You a bitch, boy, you a beater

And I count my money likе a meter

And I'm high as fuck, I can't see her

And my money up, but you fell off

And I got no gun, but I'm still tough

He not cold, boy, he a knockoff

Let me count my money, can you fuck off?

[Verse]

I'ma take his ho', then I'ma dip

Dropped a band, look at my fit

Cash out, then I'ma spend it

Ho' British, she's like splendid

Balenci, Balenci all over my bill

Off a Perc, boy, can't even feel

You a fake, boy, but they calling me real

I got contracts, and they ready to kill

Five percent on a bitch if she bad like a savage

Ten percent on a bitch, but minus five because of damage

You know we eating good, not no cabbage

My opps don't know I'm posted up, I'll put them in a package

[Chorus]

Bitch is so bad, and she throwing it back

Stuck in the crib, and I'm smoking that pack

Little bro not my homie, I heard he a rat

He stuck in his game and he not making no bag

And my money up, but you fell off

And I got no gun, but I'm still tough

He not cold, boy, he a knockoff

Let me count my money, can you fuck off?