Oh my god, Ronnie. Tell my fingers blue, tell my fingers blue, tell my fingers blue, huh. I like countin' hundreds, tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue, tell my fingers blue. I like countin' hundreds, tell my fingers blue. Pop out the whip, I'm in the kitchen, I whip. Choppa on me, shot to the head, make him sit. Yeah, I'm the shit, all of my songs is a hit, I don't miss. Smokin' on gas in the VIP, poppin' champagne on the bitch. Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet cause you could get bitched. I keep it choppa, it's loaded. Hop out the Rolls, got my name on the curtain. Fuckin' your thot and I do that for certain. And I stay clean, that detergent. Poppin' on Xanny's and poppin' on Fergie. Burn up on me, you get cooked like a turkey. I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe. Hop up in the Wraith, got stars up on the roof. I like selling mint cuz I smoke the spoof. I be countin' hundreds, tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue. I like countin' hundreds, tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue. I like countin' hundreds, tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue. I like countin' hundreds, tell my fingers blue. Lamborghini Rosa, this is not the coupe. If I slide the top off, then you better shoot. Diamond teeth, diamonds white and pink. Yeah, back in seat, just in time to drink. Still short, barely smooth. Still roll off the boot. Hit her off the view. Top floor, where are you? Yeah, all she do is dance. Antics and she too basic. If she ever plan to fall asleep, might need to replace him. Oh, damn crew. Out the zoo. Pour the juice. Hit the jack and count the days. I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe. Hop up in the Wraith, got stars up on the roof. I like sellin' mint because I smoke the spoof. I be countin' hundreds, tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue. I like countin' hundreds, tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue. Tell my fingers blue. I like countin' hundreds, tell my fingers blue.