Buku - Robb Bank$

Sure

Slick fire (slick fire)

Sure

(SS I’m tryna' get that check)

Happy Halloween bitches

Lil' Bitch

Count it up, count it up, count it up

I close my eyes when I count the money

Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up

Fuck nigga can’t tell me nothing

Yea boy, i got money, drop money, pop money, yots money

Pro, number one with tha' stuntin'

Yea boy, 200, 300, 400, 500

Buku tha' hoes and the money

Aye

I bet that I fuck ya' bitch

I bet that I get you hit

Don’t make me run through the check

Don’t make me throw up the stick

Tell yo hoe stop gettin' wet

I made it, you just upset

Buku my money and buku my bitch

Nigga I pour it, and don’t measure shit

Bitch (Woo)

Rip it, trip it, digits sitting on a few

Yo bitch choosing, got her slipping now she wanna make a crew

Got tha' juice, shut down the studio

Still make a band or two

Call of duty, ain’t a game, but I’m the first person shooting

Bitch

Double S boy fuck ya' life

All of these hoes they excited

I shot him in his 3rd eye

And I’m on 10, how you think Tien died

Oh

Dick made her jump, she surprised

She had to look at it twice like a Vine

Bitch in my phone

Bitch am I lying?

I’m Perfect Cell, 2 androids (phone noise)

Home run, they love Sosa

Don’t act like I’m signed to 300

If you the goat, then I’m Chupacabra

I’m with my Mexican bitch at the Trump inn

I got em' sucking and fucking for fun

And you give me yo' face, I’ll give you this nut

And I swear that the underground do not deserve me

Go mainstream leave my fans disappointed

Count it up, count it up, count it up

I close my eyes when I count the money

Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up

Fuck nigga can’t tell me nothing

Yea boy, i got money, drop money, pop money, yots money

Pro, number one with tha' stuntin'

Yea boy, 200, 300, 400, 500

Buku tha' hoes and the money

Aye

I bet that I fuck ya' bitch

I bet that I get you hit

Don’t make me run through the check

Don’t make me throw up the stick

Tell yo hoe stop gettin wet

Admit it you just upset

Buku my money and buku my bitch

Nigga I pour it, and don’t measure shit

Bitch

Please don’t talk back boy I don’t want lip

Jumping out the Uber and I’m shooting at the lyft

Spanish bitch with me, she don’t speak no English

She just say her name like a Pokemon, boy it’s lit

Aye

Count it up, count it up, count it up

I close my eyes when I count the money

Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up

Fuck nigga can’t tell me nothing

Count it up, count it up, count it up

I close my eyes when I count the money

Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up

Fuck nigga can’t tell me nothing