LUKAKU

Huh, huh, yeah

Shawty know that, hm-hmm

I can get this money, I can count it in like hm-hmm

Shawty in the back of the crib, it be like "Hm-hmm"

All my **** countin' up the blue, I'm talkin' "Uh-huh"

(Uh-huh, ayy, uh-huh, yeah)

Bitch, I'm 'bout my blue, I feel like Nipsey (Feel like Nipsey), huh

I been off the drink, I'm feelin' tipsy (I'm feelin' tipsy), huh

Kamisaki on my chest, I'm feelin' crispy (Yeah, crispy)

I thought I told you, I been stackin' bread like Jiffy (I thought I told you)

I thought I told you, I got power like I'm 50 (I thought I told you)

I thought I told, you could throw it like a frisbee (I thought I told you)

I thought I told you, I can sing just like I'm Whitney (I thought I told you)

Yee, yee (Yeah, yeah)

Yee, yee (Ha, yeah)

Yee, yee (Yeah, yeah)

Yee, yee

Baddie (Yee, yee)

On me (Yee, yee, yeah)

Ride it (Yee, yee, yeah)

Pony (Yee, yee, yeah)

Give me (Yee, yee, yeah)

Coney (Yee, yee, yeah)

Patek (Yee, yee, yeah)

Rollie (Yee, yee, yeah)

Ricky (Yee, yee, yeah)

Louis (Yee, yee, yeah)

Try me (Yee, yee)

Toolie (Got the tool)

Thought I told you (Told you)

Got my racks up (Got my racks up)

Now I'm older (Older)

Gotta bend up, yeah, gotta fold up

Yeah, it get colder, yeah, it get polar (It polar)

Yeah (Yeah), okay (Yeah, okay)

Countin' bucks, yeah, okay

Fifty bucks, yeah, okay

Feel like Giannis (Yeah, okay)

I'm a Buck (Huh, okay)

Like, where my cup? My pinky up

Yeah, she say me too fancy

Shawty pull up on me and say that I'm too nasty (Yeah)

Cash yo' money, I can make it flip just like I'm—

Cash yo' money, I can make it flip just like I'm Lashley

I don't want a Mary or a Jane, I want a Ashley

Yee, yee

Yee, yee

Yee, yee

Yee, yee

Baddie (Yee, yee)

On me (Yee, yee)

Ride it (Yee, yee)

Pony (Yee, yee)

Give me (Yee, yee)

Coney (Yee, yee)

Patek (Yee, yee)

Rollie (Yee, yee)

Ricky (Yee, yee)

Louis (Yee, yee)

Try me (Yee, yee)

Toolie (Yee)

Uh-huh, yeah

Shawty think I'm—, uh-huh

I can get this money, I could talk, it be like, uh-huh

Shawty in the back of the crib, it be like, uh-huh

All my **** countin' up the bread, I'm talkin'—