text: Yeah
  Ayo, Nelly
  Lets do this
  Owwww!
  At—At—At last, Im literally lounging, black 
  Sitting back, counting double digit thousand stacks 
  At last, Im literally lounging, black 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks
  Ugh, ugh, ugh 
  Got a bad bitch with me , she in the Valentino 
  Half-Black and Filipino, I let her count the C-notes 
  Her under apple bottom all Lou and Sean John
  A hundred on every arm, hundred more in my charm, tell em, Puff
  Let your mind, let your body and your soul go 
  Its alright, get your money stacked more dough 
  Pick a day, get your girl, come and play 
  Cmon, ou know my motherfuckin name 
  How bout we hop the Monte Carlo tomorrow
  With lots of bottles 
  In the ocean with the goggles
  And act like you won the lotto 
  Lamborghini, Bugatt-o, Im mashing on the throttle 
  My motto is snatch a model 
  And wild out on drugs and bottles 
  Insane, my game is like James-uh 
  Kobe or maybe Dwyane Wade 
  Fresh shades, Alexander McClains 
  Bottles of rosé, Ciroc and OJs, tell em Puff
  Let your mind, let your body and your soul go 
  Its alright, get your money stacked more dough 
  Pick a day, get your girl, come and play 
  You know my motherfuckin name
  At last, Im literally lounging, black 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  At last, Im literally lounging, black 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— 
  Counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
  I kick in the door, waving the four-four 
  All you heard was, Derrty, dont hurt em no more 
  Well, fuck that, Im takin my reign back 
  So take that , so take that—tell em, Puff 
  Let your mind, let your body and your soul go 
  Its alright, get your money, stack more dough 
  Pick a day, get your girl, come and play 
  You know my motherfuckin name
  I pull up to the party, Bacardi, smokin cigar-y 
  With the baddest little shawty
  Cause shawty love to get naughty 
  Dollar after dollar, you niggas might wanna holler 
  I chinchilla the collar, Im with a comma 
  Keep time, AP shine 
  We fly only in G5 
  Shes fine, yup, shes mine 
  Puttin the peace high, homey, for B.I.—tell em, Puff!
  Let your mind, let your body and your soul go 
  Its alright, get your money, stack more dough 
  Pick a day, get your girl, come and play 
  You know my motherfuckin name
  At last, Im literally lounging, black 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  At last, Im literally lounging, black 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— 
  Counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh 
  Now what you wanna do?
  You fuckin with a baller, a St Louis prowler 
  You can hate me, she gonna fuck with me regardless 
  VVS, flawless, all this—tell em, Puff!
  Let your mind, let your body and your soul go 
  Its alright, get your money, stack more dough 
  Pick a day, get your girl, come and play 
  You know my motherfuckin name 
  Stackin papers contagious, buildin paper skyscrapers 
  Stuntin outrageous, comin straight out The Matrix 
  Hustle, lil mami, counting papers my hobby 
  Rolling up, the Ducati, down the streets of Miami 
  My neck cold, the bling is rainbow 
  It came cold and made to hang low 
  The bank roll is made to stay swole 
  You cant fold more paper than 
  At last, Im literally lounging, black 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  At last, Im literally lounging, black 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Sitting back, counting double-digit thousand stacks 
  Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— Sitting back— 
  Counting double-digit thousand stacks