217 on the track, bae Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Uh, yeah, uh, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh Throwback, ooh, throwback, ooh, throwback, yeah Throwback, yeah, throwback, Uh, throwback, uh All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh Throwback, yeah, throwback, yeah, throwback, huh Throwback, ooh, throwback, yeah, throwback, yeah Throwback, uh, throwback, ah, uh, throwback, yeah I fucked that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh After that shit, ain't know how to act, ooh And I used to be quarterback, go to the bank And I pull out a hundred racks, put the A on in the truck In my Pony, yeah, want me for show, bitch, I'll charge you About forty bands, I'm in the truck and I'm shippin' out Hella packs, diamond dance so crazy, ooh Yo diamonds so gated, ooh, bitch said the crash is the 80, yeah I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh And it get you whippin' up, baby, ooh And it get you whippin' up, baby, yeah And I got a bitch named Haley, huh And I got a bitch named Haley, brr All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh And I got a bitch named Haley, phew All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh Throwback, yeah, throwback, yeah Throwback, huh, throwback, ooh Throwback, yeah, throwback, yeah Throwback, huh, throwback, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh Throwback, yeah, throwback, yeah Throwback, huh, throwback, uh Throwback, yeah, throwback, yeah Yo, this nigga need a dick rub Hit it from the back make it chop like a hiccup Bang, bang, bang like I'm knockin' on the front door Bitch brown skin like a motherfuckin' five-star post at the Citgo, uh Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh And it glow like a disco, huh Baby bend it over like your shoes untied Side bitch still got a iPhone 5 Main bitch still got a iPhone 7 Still call the Uzi, bitch, report Mac 11 Still fuckin' nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch And I bet I still make it up to heaven, uh I'ma have a kid just to dress him up and boot you to the seven Goddamn, I'm a reverend, lil' boy, lil' punk All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh Throw a bag,dragon, throw a bag, yeah Throw a bag home, throw a bag, ooh Throw a bag, dragon, throw a bag, yeah Throw a bag home, throw a bag, ooh Tell a bitch, don't shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh, told a bitch, don't shit back, ooh Tell a bitch, don't shit back, ooh Throw a bag, dragon, throw a bag, yeah Throw a bag home, throw a bag, ooh Throw a bag, dragon, throw a bag, yeah Throw a bag home, throw a bag, ooh Thanks for watching!