Money Counter Sauce Walka (Ft. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Sauce Walka]
Ooh-wee
Shh, splash
(Fred, shoot, Fred, shoot)

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Told that bitch, "Bring me five hundred thousand"
Once I make a hundred million, I'ma go buy me an island
Smoke big 'za while I fly Brazilian, extra 10K for the pilot
LV jacket change, chameleon, don't disrespect me with a stylist (Brr)
My birds drop shit the wildest
Hit his miss, eat all the Pop-Tarts from the kids, I'm being childish
Bro, I fill this liquid six all in my wheels, this cup a downer
New lil' bitch like eatin' fish, I told her, "Go swim for a flounder"
All we really like to hear is the fuckin' money counter (Frrt, beep)

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Countin' it up 'til it break
Droppin' Wockhardt in the shake (Woo)
Shе started minimum wage
Put her down a diffеrent way
Gave her a whole different game
Took her away from the lames
Then she came back with the change
Cuban link I got her cost a sixty
Way before I gave her that, lil' baby brought me three-fifty
Oh my Lord, that ass is fat, she stole that Rolex from a gypsy
Brought me six blue bank rolls, I'm playing marathon for Nipsey
This codeine, bae, I ain't tipsy
We keep it drippy, got smoke for hippies
Sos' just dropped Tris in a Simply
My son got swings on a ten-speed
Soo-woo, Blood gang, what the lick read?
Bitch so fine, I let her kiss me
But I'm still gon' need a fifty
Pepto-Bismol on the Bentley
Fuck the feds, free Sanch' and Drippy