Yes!

[Intro]
Yes, yeah
Yeah, yeah, woah
That's your ho, bet she comin' up missing
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Girl, I wanna know where you going
You way too bad, I'm tryna buy you Rick Owens
Look at my wrist, know it's snowing
Countin' these racks, how I started my morning
Counted so long, it got boring
Don't do the beer, only lean what I'm pouring
I'm drippin', I'm feelin' important
When I let this shit bang, I ain't giving no warning
Yes, yes, I put diamonds on her chest
Yes, yes, I fucked her, she say I'm the best
Yes, yes, I'm countin' these racks, I don't stress
Yes, yes, with these racks, I might make me a mess

[Verse]
Rodеo drive in the Bentlеy, I did that like 2016
I'm a rude boy, I'm not friendly, some of my niggas bang big B's
I pull out my dick and she kissin' me
That's your ho, bet she comin' up missing
These clothes that I'm rockin', they fitting (Clayco, cook it up)
These racks in my pants, they ain't fitting
He tried to draw drown like I'm not the one, I'm like, "Boy, you must be kidding"
Bitch, I'm the number one stunner, no laxative, on these lil' niggas, I'm shitting
Big forty-one on my wrist, yeah, it's froze, but somehow that bitch keep on ticking
I got them blue hundreds straight out the ATM, I can't count it 'cause they sticking

[Chorus]
Girl, I wanna know where you going
You way too bad, I'm tryna buy you Rick Owens
Look at my wrist, know it's snowing
Countin' these racks, how I started my morning
Counted so long, it got boring
Don't do the beer, only lean what I'm pouring
I'm drippin', I'm feelin' important
When I let this shit bang, I ain't giving no warning
Yes, yes, I put diamonds on her chest
Yes, yes, I fucked her, she say I'm the best
Yes, yes, I'm countin' these racks, I don't stress
Yes, yes, with these racks, I might make me a mess

[Outro]
(ClayCo cook it up)