[Verse 1]

How you want it? Now or later, I blow a pound of flavors

I'm always rollin kush, don't be with entertainers

This ain't just for the look, don't feel like I need favors

Don't play it by the book, occupation smokin' papers

When I pull up they look, cool with the cops and neighbors

I got these niggas shook, like helicopter chases

My car win races, my broad was racist

But now she wanna kick it, get her little brother tickets

I talk, I live it, I ball, I pivot

I go the distance, I'm so persistent

How I'm livin', stackin' millions

Rappin' to children, gettin' that pack in the buildin'

That real shit, I'm bringin' the feelin'

That bad bitch, she bringin' my meal in

My swag good, you think you could steal it

That bag good, I think it's a million

[Break]

Count it up

Count the motherfuckin' money man

When's the last time you ran somethin'?

Never, motherfucka!

Ha ha ha ha

Matter fact, as long as you know how to roll in 2020, you good

You gang!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

[Verse 2]

Who that is

Countin' up, keep the weed tucked

Got a bottle of that new McQueen stuff

Your bitch trippin', tell her ease up

You can see the ink when my sleeves up

It's hoes down, always g's up

Put some money down, Rollie freeze up

What would you do if you paid 4.5?

You would live comfortable too, decorate all of your rooms

I don't know why they assume, only make boss type of moves

They clout chase, I'm hardly amused, but I still try to be cool

I spend a thousand on shoes, I got a house with a pool

I got a mountain to move, she got a mouth, I recruit

If I'm gettin' paper, she count it up too

If I know the price, my accountant do too

I fly in a place, smoke a pound, and I'm through

All my niggas eat full, what happened to you?

[Outro]

Y'all niggas lookin' real sad

You look happy, but you look sad

All that partyin' and shit and buyin' shit

You just fillin' an empty motherfuckin' space

Some shit you wish you had

It's cool 'cause I know what it feel like 'cause I got it nigga

Yeah

I got it