Lyrics:

Countin' up money, gettin' riches (Ok, you win)
Glock 19 with extensions
I'm just tryna keep my distance
I'm just tryna keep my distance from this bitch
Fuckin' on these hoes
Gettin' to the {?}
Gettin' to the money—cheese and paper
Switch on the back of the Glock
It's gon' shoot rapid
Smokin' on gas
Smokin' that rapid
You want smoke?
Boy, you just a rapper