[Intro] [I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone calling me, b**h, stop it Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace Foe nem just got them racks, got them stacks, them stacks Them rolls, them hoes, them clothes Glo Gang, know how we rocking like cut off stocking keep kush in our pockets [Hook] I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone calling me, b**h stop it Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace And I'm smoking all this dope, my hobby getting money I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, b**h I'm stunting Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this lil' sh** for me [Verse 1] I be flexin' on n***as, just coolin' I got my n***as, my money, my toolie I got my car, my house and my j**elry Yes, flexin' on n***as, I ain't worried Smoking Tooka to the head Come through shoot ya then you're dead I'm getting money f** the feds I'm Glo Gang, what is this? That's my sh**, you lil' b**h Let's get rich you lil' b**h Get off my dick you lil' b**h And go get you a brick Smoking TuTu that's my opps man So much damn TuTu where my car keys man? Counting rolls like a boxer You know that I (?) [Hook] [Verse 2] Money machine go beep beep Hop in my car skr skr skr Dudu dudu dudu beep beep All these f** boys wanna be me His b**h let me f** cause I got racks So I hit it like bang bang, skeet skeet (?) Money tatted on my mind yeah 30 tatted on my gun yeah It's time to have fun yeah His b**h say she wanna f** me She really wanna f** my money Thought that I ain't know She thought that I was a dummy Told her save that sh** Baby you on that lame a** sh** I don't play that sh** [Hook]