(Thanks, Yakree)
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Count that dough, put that over there, let´s get it right, you hear me? (Big Za)

I´m a shit talker, I´m a shit popper (Shit popper)
He got money problems, he ain´t got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars)
We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active)
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Real ballers)
Countin´ blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)
In the club throwin´ ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy)
Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it´s real (Come here, baby)
Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain´t got no business over here (Why you over here?)

Rich nigga preference, that´s a great selection (Great selection)
Babygirl exhausted, she looking for the bosses (For the bosses)
Neck goin´ stupid, wrist too icy, nigga (Bling)
Say she want Louis, say she tired of Nike, nigga (Nigga)
Maybach cost a quarter, I´m eatin´ steak and oyster (Yeah)
I like Rolls-Royces, got too many choices (Yeah)
You wanna win, call us, wake up, fuck the mall up (Nigga)
Every car fogged up and my pockets clogged up (Yeah)
I don´t wanna rap with you, boy, I got shit to do (I got shit to do)

Dog shit in a two-seater, this a chicken coupe (This a chicken coupe)
Put a hundred in my mouth, I just left Johnny, huh (Bling, bling)
Big Za in the club, it´s a damn tsunami (Big Za)

I´m a shit talker, I´m a shit popper (Shit popper)
He got money problems, he ain´t got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars)
We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active)
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Real ballers)
Countin´ blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)
In the club throwin´ ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy)

Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it´s real (Come here, baby)
Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain´t got no business over here (Why you over here? Go)

I got real paper, real tall paper (Uh)
I hide my money in the wall, I call it wallpaper (Damn)
I only smoke flavors and all my suits tailored
I got my neighbors mad ´cause my house bigger than my neighbors´ (Facts)
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 say 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 come 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 wobblin´ (It´s Gucci)

I´m a shit talker, I´m a shit popper (Shit popper)
He got money problems, he ain´t got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars, well, damn)
We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active, active)
Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Ballers)
Countin´ blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)

In the club throwin´ ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy, Wop)
Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it´s real (Come here, baby)
Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain´t got no business over here (Why you over here? Go, go, go, go)