Just went to New York for the week Countin' up in my sleep Cannot trust these bitches they weak Nah I don't understand why they tryna be me Got a whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans I don't know why they keep tryna compete Hundreds and fiftys I'm spendin' You wouldn't get it Your money ain't tall on midget You throwin' them ones up in the club These bitches ain't takin' you serious And I'm countin' these mufuckin' digits D-d-digits D-d-digits Countin' these mufuckin' digits D-d-digits Countin' these mufuckin' digits And you know if I said it I meant it I meant it Don't forget it Don't wanna talk Don't wanna be friendly Just went to New York for the week Countin' up in my sleep Cannot trust these bitches they weak Nah I don't understand why they tryna be me Got a whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans I don't know why they keep tryna compete Just went to New York for the week Countin' up in my sleep Cannot trust these bitches they weak Nah I don't understand why they tryna be me Got a whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans I don't know why they keep tryna compete