Lately I've been countin' hundreds,
designer on my stomach, yeah
Lately, lately I been poppin' bottles,
fuckin' on a couple models
Lately, lately I been countin' hundreds,
designer on my stomach, yeah
lately I've been poppin' bottles
fuckin' on a couple models
Lately, walk inside the party
Caught a paparazzi, pulled up in a Maserati
At the penthouse, top floor,
hoes runnin' through the lobby
Made it rain off in the club,
Nah, took his man, she fell in love,
Yeah, slide the panties to the side,
Labels callin' if the numbers ain't right,
Swear to God I'm shinin',
your bitch been callin' lately
I know they niggas hate me
I wake up early in the morning
My wrist is like the ocean,
got your main bitch drownin'
lately I been countin' hundreds
lately I've been poppin' bottles
fuckin' on a couple models
lately I've been poppin' bottles
fuckin' on a couple models
Lately, I eat a whole lot,
still ain't gainin' weight
and yo bitch on my dinner plate
Yeah, and fuck a nine to five,
and she just ain't for me
Nah, I'm tryna put that Lexus
Yeah, them haters can't stand me,
she ask why I'm so awesome
Never met a dude like me,
she blew me like a whistle
Yeah, you got friends, bring her with you
You know I got my clique too
Yeah, I ain't worried about a thing
Yeah, ask her around the city
Lately, I been countin' hundreds
Lately, I been poppin' bottles
Fuckin' on a couple models
Lately, I've been countin'
Lately, I've been poppin' bottles
Fuckin' on a couple models