[Intro]

DJ hubithekid

[Chorus: hubithekid]

Bitch, I walk into the club, designer jeans, designer drugs

We makin' hits and countin' guap (Count it up, count it up)

Walk into the store, bitch, I be buying hella clothes

This ho be bumping all my songs, now she shake it up like Bella Thorne

Got me some bands, need hella more

Bitch, I got bands like a fucking tour

My money dance like CeCe Jones

Rockin' Chanel, CC on my clothes, yeah

Got me some bands, need hella more

Pop me some X and I perform

Smelling like gas, that's my cologne

Got brand-new nails like a bimbo

[Verse 1: asteria]

Yeah, hit her flip phone when she up all alone

Other bitches get gone, I got up on my own

All I see is hella green, bitch, my wallet can't fold

Y'all will know what I mean when you get this cold

[Chorus: asteria]

Bitch we countin' up, we spend the bucks, designer stuff, designer clothes

She down to fuck, I fill my cup, I had it rough, but now I'm on

Everybody 'round ain't lend a hand when I was down, I never fold

And now they can't come spend a band or three or four, walk out the store

Bitch we countin' up, we spend the bucks, designer stuff, designer clothes

She down to fuck, I fill my cup, I had it rough, but now I'm on

Everybody 'round ain't lend a hand when I was down, I never fold

And now they can't come spend a band or three or four, walk out the store

[Verse 2: kets4eki]

Posted up, with my bros, designer drugs, designer clothes

Off two pills, can't get enough, popped two more, bitch, double up

When we walk into the party, all these hoes be shouting, "What the fuck?"

Keep your bitch on leash, she said she wants me, begs me to pull up

Money comin' in, five missed calls, bitch, I'm countin' up

Walk into the function, throw a party, place got all fucked up

Bloody nose stay runny, snort few lines, need another one

Fab in this bitch, we so fly, you can't party like us

[Refrain: kets4eki]

Posted up, with my bros, designer drugs, designer clothes

Off two pills, can't get enough, popped two more, bitch, double up

When we walk into the party, all these hoes be shouting, "What the fuck?"

Keep your bitch on leash, she said she wants me, begs me to pull up

[Chorus: hubithekid]

Bitch, I walk into the club, designer jeans, designer drugs

We makin' hits and countin' guap (Count it up, count it up)

Walk into the store, bitch, I be buying hella clothes

This ho be bumping all my songs, now she shake it up like Bella Thorne

Got me some bands, need hella more

Bitch, I got bands like a fucking tour

My money dance like CeCe Jones

Rockin' Chanel, CC on my clothes, yeah

Got me some bands, need hella more

Pop me some X and I perform

Smelling like gas, that's my cologne

Got brand-new nails like a bimbo