20’s,50’s,100’s 20,50,100 every single day i’m counting monyun counting up the digits i be thumb thumbin if it aint money nigga ion want none if you ain’t talking money why you speaking up she said if you aint bring you 100’s you ain’t freaking nothing she like 50’s,20’s,100’s stuffed all in her bra, left babies on her stomach freaky little thing brought her friend around me Stuffed it in her stomach. Turned her innie outie Turned her to her mother I wouldn’t doubt it Rowlett in a wood and smoke it till it’s cloudy We do our creeping at night time She like it when I bring the Glock, I keep it on my side She like it when we freaky Talk, we kick it all the time Yeah, that’s my whotty my slime yeah, free slime big peace sign you say you up, why you lying, i’m really up you ba