Hit Songtext
Uh, Yeah
Yeah
Count that dough
Put it over there
Make it right
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper
He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars
We some real trappers, we get real active
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers
Yeah
Count that dough
Put it over there
Make it right
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper
He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars
We some real trappers, we get real active
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it boy
In the club throwing ones, left handed boy
Let me grab that ass baby, so I know it's real
Ay, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here
Rich nigga preference, that's a great selection
Babygirl exhausted, she looking for the bosses
Neck going stupid, wrist too icy nigga
Say she want Louis, say she tired of Nike nigga
Maybach cost a quarter, I'm eating steak and oyster
I like Rolls Royces, got too many choices
You wanna win, call us
Wake up, fuck the mall up
Every car fogged up, and my pockets clogged up
I don't wanna rap with you boy, I got shit to do
Dog shit in a two seater, this a chicken coupe
Put a hundred in my mouth, I just left Johnny
Big Za in the club, it's a damn tsunami (Big Za)
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars
We some real trappers, we get real active
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it boy
In the club throwing ones, left handed boy
Let me grab that ass baby, so I know it's real
Ay, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here
I got real paper, real tall paper
I hide my money in the wall, I call it wallpaper
I only smoke flavors, and all my suits tailored
I got my neighbors mad, 'cause my house bigger than my neighbors
I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch
Shorty seen the wop, she's tryna risk it (Mwah)
Drop top Ferrari, so you know the top is off (Off)
She said she scared of spiders, so I had to drop her off (Go)
I ain't got no worries, I got rich nigga problems (Problems)
And when it comes to poppin', I'm like Orville Redenbacher (Poppin')
Part-time rapper, full-time shit talker
Can I touch, see if it's real bae, 'cause that shit wobbling
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper
He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars
We some real trappers, we get real active
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it boy
In the club throwing ones, left handed boy
Let me grab that ass baby, so I know it's real
Ay, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here
In the club throwing ones, left handed boy
Let me grab that ass baby, so I know it's real
Ay, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here
Rich nigga preference, that's a great selection
Babygirl exhausted, she looking for the bosses
Neck going stupid, wrist too icy nigga
Say she want Louis, say she tired of Nike nigga
Maybach cost a quarter, I'm eating steak and oyster
I like Rolls Royces, got too many choices
You wanna win, call us
Wake up, fuck the mall up
Every car fogged up, and my pockets clogged up
I don't wanna rap with you boy, I got shit to do
Dog shit in a two seater, this a chicken coupe
Put a hundred in my mouth, I just left Johnny
Big Za in the club, it's a damn tsunami (Big Za)
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars
We some real trappers, we get real active
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it boy
In the club throwing ones, left handed boy
Let me grab that ass baby, so I know it's real
Ay, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here
I got real paper, real tall paper
I hide my money in the wall, I call it wallpaper
I only smoke flavors, and all my suits tailored
I got my neighbors mad, 'cause my house bigger than my neighbors
I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch
Shorty seen the wop, she's tryna risk it (Mwah)
Drop top Ferrari, so you know the top is off (Off)
She said she scared of spiders, so I had to drop her off (Go)
I ain't got no worries, I got rich nigga problems (Problems)
And when it comes to poppin', I'm like Orville Redenbacher (Poppin')
Part-time rapper, full-time shit talker
Can I touch, see if it's real bae, 'cause that shit wobbling
I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper
He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars
We some real trappers, we get real active
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers
Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it boy
In the club throwing ones, left handed boy
Let me grab that ass baby, so I know it's real
Ay, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here
