[Intro] n***as wanna see me dead, damn I don't give a f** about sh** (at all, at all) Cash carti Money bags [Hook] I poured a whole fo' up in my f**in' cup Count it up, count it up, count it up Thumb through the check, man i can't f** with ya We dressing them bricks, and then we add it up Maison Margiela n***a, designer gear Got like 10 hoes in my f**in' ear 2 condos, I ain't even there I'm like "f** 12," they can't come in here [Verse] I'm f**in' on this b**h like she my main I be in the trap wearing Wang 40 shots my Glock, make the block go insane Alexander Wang, im off them pills can't feel this pain Alexander Wang, i got that thang, that b**h go bang! I just met this b**h, I swear this b**h just tryna bang Posted on my side, yea n***a, f** the fame Yea n***a, money dancing to the bank Oooooooh On this syrup, on this syrup, on this lean I'm on this syrup, i'm on this lean I be on some other sh**, and god knows that that b**h ain't celibate p**y n***as hating to get relevant Money bags, i need that, b**h I need that! (I need that!) b**h with an a** I need that Coupe, thats a smash, b**h I need that Money counter, f** a bank, y'all don't ennnn know ooooohh Foreign car automatic! Foreign broad she with the action Call me Carti n***a, been had it I wan't in feelings I was born in a match First we move the stove to the attic My bloods pull up and get it brackin' My cuz pull up and get it crackin' Never pillow talkin', b**h ya lackin' Pull up to ya spot like "b**h what's happenin? b**h what's happenin?" I'm pullin out them tools like gogo gatchet This n***a lacking, diamonds glancin' Ho just, listen I'm just pimpin' South Atlanta kick it, with my n***as, with my n***as, yea ya [Hook] I poured a whole fo' up in my f**in' cup Count it up, count it up, count it up Thumb through the check, man i can't f** with ya We dressing them bricks, and then we add it up Maison Margiela n***a, designer gear Got like 10 hoes in my f**in' ear 2 condos, I ain't even there I'm like "f** 12," they can't come in here