[Intro]
(Neilaworld)

[Chorus]
Yeah, we counting that money like literally
That chopper'll turn you to history
She said she gonna be
Hating ass n***as, you gotta be kidding me
Geeked up, fucked up my memory
I remember they remember me
Money got long like a centipede
I'm at the trap rocking Givenchy, yeah, yeah
I swear to God they gon' remember me
I'm rocking Prada, Balenci' [?]
I took a Perc' now she feeling me
Chopper on me, it's gon' lemon squeeze
They getting penalties
They gonna die, like literally
Who really living like me?
Nobody really be living like me
My bitch is hot and she hundred degrees
Pull out that stick and I'm letting it— bah
N***as be faking, it ain't what it seems
Went to the other side, didn't see green
Yeah, I didn't see green
[Verse]
Didn't see nobody, n***as be faking, they not on the scene
I get out my body, I act like myself and I been being me
Get you some money, don't die like these n***as that be lame
Put on yourself, ain't nobody else
I love you, bitch, I don't love nobody else
You better have skills when you in that field
You n***as can die, I don't care how it feel
I got a bad ass bitch, oh yeah
I got a bad ass bitch, oh yeah
Hop off a plane, me and Lil Trippie and Suave
I think they dead, ain't no way they can survive
The way that chopper spray, ain't no way they alive
Can't fuck with these n***as, it's just me and the guys
I can't fuck with these n***as
No, I cannot remember
Uh, I fucked that bitch [?]
I went brazy, Balenci' that bitch
My bro putting blocks in a blender
VLAD star, I'm on an airplane and I'm getting high as fuck
I could buy me a bad ass bitch, but I already got that, so I be buying stuff
Line you up, they don't give a fuck who you is, n***a, they'll line you up
Yeah, I'm in the trap with the gang and I'm getting high as fuck
Yeah, she wanna hang like a chain and get high like us

[Chorus]
Yeah, we counting that money like literally
That chopper'll turn you to history
She said she gonna be
Hating ass n***as, you gotta be kidding me
Geeked up, fucked up my memory
I remember they remember me
Money got long like a centipede
I'm at the trap rocking Givenchy, yeah, yeah
I swear to God they gon' remember me
I'm rocking Prada, Balenci' [?]
I took a Perc' now she feeling me
Chopper on me, it's gon' lemon squeeze
They getting penalties
They gonna die, like literally
Who really living like me?
Nobody really be living like me
My bitch is hot and she hundred degrees
Pull out that stick and I'm letting it— bah
N***as be faking, it ain't what it seems
Went to the other side, didn't see green
Yeah, I didn't see green