No Counter

I don't need a counter to run up my racks
Casablanca put my hundreds on that
I really be dunking we jumping like that
Ain't pulling up I give a fuck where you at
Fuck these bitch rappers, that shit be cap
Internet groupies they try give me dap
I don't want your 'wood lil bitch I don't match
Bottega and Gucci lil bitch it don't match
I linked up with the plug now I'm lit like a match
Get the fiend on the yola then switch up the batch
How many bitches can fit in the llac'
One in the front and three in the back
Shout out my youngins who be in the trap
Put the guap in the wall you ain't seeing the racks
Pull up bitch and I lean where you at
In love with the money I'm stuck like a tack
Talk on the mafia bitch and get wacked
I need my hundreds jumping like it's jack
I'll find your location I don't need an app
I'm playing roulette is it red is it black
Go in the front cause it's feds in the back
Cuban link hang from my neck to my lap
I don't need a counter to tell that you cap
I don't need a counter to run up my racks
Casablanca put my hundreds on that
I really be dunking we jumping like that
Ain't pulling up I give a fuck where you at
Fuck these bitch rappers, that shit be cap
Internet groupies they try give me dap
I don't want your 'wood lil bitch I don't match