They can't stop me
Even if they stopped me
Haha
Watch me get gwop, Zones in a Ziploc
All dis money that I'm countin, make my wrist lock
Watch me get gwop, Zones in a Ziploc
All dis money that I'm countin make my wrist lock
Bussit
Down, make your hips hop
I just took off like a rocket pass the tip top
I'ma slide thru, somethin' like flip flop
All this gold all on me like I was Egyptian
Tip, tip her if she splittin' on the dick son
Know you feel dis pressure, She say Ali do it better
I'ma see about my bread and I like extra cheddar
She say I better never leave her, No one dose it better
Pitchin' plays in the winter, in designer sweaters
Coldhearted in the summer, So I make it wetter
Watch I throw all of her rent, See, I can change the weather
Takin' care of it on my own, I got my shit together
Watch me get gwop, Zones in a Ziploc
All this money that I'm countin', make my wrist lock
Watch me get gwop, Zones in a Ziploc
All this money that I'm countin', make my wrist lock
Watch me get gwop, Zones in a Ziploc
All this money that I'm countin', make my wrist lock
Watch me get gwop, Zones in a Ziploc
All this money that I'm countin', make my wrist lock
Fur coat pockets full them racks bitch
Wicked wicked wicked, like I'm Future Hendrix
Louis V all on my scarf, I used to rock That Fendi
From a box, down to foreign, now that's a new beginning
Lurkin' on a nigga page, see way King been livin
Lobster tails and marble floors, I got the highest ceilings
Now a days, I make it stack like some state tax
Ion speak on how I feel, I only state fax
I've been dolo in these streets, cause 12 got me nervous
Got my eyes open, cause them Europeans lurkin
Got that lighter on me, Case hatred gets too close
Too much sauce all on me, Bite, you might just overdose
Watch me get gwop, Zones in a Ziploc
All this money that I'm countin', make my wrist lock
Watch me get gwop, Zones in a Ziploc
All this money that I'm countin', make my wrist lock
Watch me get gwop, Zones in a Ziploc
All this money that I'm countin', make my wrist lock
Watch me get gwop, Zones in a Ziploc
All this money that I'm countin', make my wrist lock
I had a show at 10
Guess what, I came real late
Got me a slice of the pie
Baked that shit right in my safe
I made this right at my place
I made a killin' this season
I want my cash brief cased
I wanna surf on a wave