(Produced By: Juicy J & Lex Luger)

[Hook x2]
Thumbin' through so much money, thumbin' through so much money, thumbin' through so much money, that I need three hands to count it
Thumbin' through so much money, so, s-so much money, thumbin' through so much money that I need three hands to count it

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Ferrari
Took my Rolex and chopped it and stuffed it in my Buggari
I got your [bad word] on a Molly, she ride me like a Ducati
If giving head was a college, she would be summa [bad word] laude
She treat my [bad word] like a pistol, I treat her face like a target
I told em "Bandz Make Her Dance," I turned my head, that [bad word] charted
Black matte Aston Martin, my hood gives Koopsta apartments
Lambo [bad word] with no key, I push a button to start it

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Say Juicy J must know magic, all these invisible sets
I put kush in my lungs and leather seats in my jet
I got a gold-plated toilet, my [bad word]  I'm rich as [bad word] And I would carry a wallet but all my money won't fit
I drop the bag in Miami, and Ferragamo'd my [bad word] couple of bands for her heels, a couple more for her [bad word] [bad word] I got money and shooters don't make me pay for the hit
They wipe your [bad word] off the planet like you ain't never exist

[Hook x2]

I'm countin' so much money, dollar signs all I see
I might go buy me an island and fly your [bad word] to my I got that old school Chevy with crocodile on my seat
And I [bad word] with them wolves, yeah [bad word] I'm a beast
I spent the rack 'fore I knew it, and that was just on my feet
This [bad word] is stupid as [bad word] but on that Molly she geek
She like "It's Christmas in May", I'm 'bout to roll up a wreath
And I'm so cold on these hoes but I still carry that heat

[Hook x2]