First let me hit my cup, uh
Let me hold my tuss, uh, huh
Shit
DY on the track
Countin up a whole lotta racks
Yeah, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
I got a hoe with a text, uh
I put a million in max, uh
I put a song in the sex, uh
I gotta fly like it’s nasa, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
I hit that hoe from the back, uh
I hit that hoe from the back, uh
I hit that hoe from the back, uh
I hit that hoe from the back, uh
I got some ice in my cup and I’m flawless, uh, uh, uh, uh
I hit your hoe last night and unrolled it
Live in the sky on a jet
Got an extendo on the tech
Soon as they see the baguette
I put chinchilla on the carpet
Choppas gon dead like New Orleans
I pass that hoe to my woadie
I fully loaded my Rollie
I woke up today I was high
I woke up today in the sky
Lets get it, lets get it
Lets get it, lets get it 
From city to city
To city to city, to city
They with it, they with it, they with it
They let me bust on their titties
I spin it, I spin it, I spin it
I try to forget it
Im callin the shots, nigga
Future lieutenant
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
I got a hoe with a text, uh
I put a million in max, uh
I put a song in the sex, uh
I gotta fly like it’s nasa, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
I hit the hoe from the back, uh
I hit the hoe from the back, uh
I hit your hoe from the back, uh
I hit your hoe from the back, uh
Thugger did you hit my hoe, yea, yea, yea, yea
Thugger did you wipe my nose, yea, yea, yea, yea
Thugger is you for show, yea, yea, yea, yea
Your money tall like a fro, yea, yea, yea, yea 
They cant see inside I got tints on the rear, rear
Hit em in the back just like Ricky, drop the beer, beer
Private plane, tag on the wing and the rear, rear
Hop up out the jet, fly as a bird I got bees on the gears
Dab in the fashion, she perfect, I got her now she plastic
I taught her how to go and get the cash, she came fast
You better not giver her no money cause all she do is bringin it to dad 
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
I got a hoe with a text, uh
I put a million in max, uh
I put a song in the sex, uh
I gotta fly like it’s nasa, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin up a whole lotta racks, uh
I hit the hoe from the back, uh
I hit the hoe from the back, uh
I hit your hoe from the back, uh
I hit your hoe from the back, uh