You can do anything you want when you sexy

Money make me feel good, people don′t impress me

Shawty I'm a God with the stroke, it′s a blessingCount up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah

You can do anything you want when you sexy

Money make me feel good, people don't impress me

Shawty I'm a God with the stroke, it′s a blessing

Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah

Count up the dead

Two phones, whoa, don′t give a fuck, open up

I need two phones, one for all the sluts, let me cut

I need to bone all of the friends, yeah

Joe, he done did it again, yeah

French inhale, don't blow no smoke

Pass all the gas to my kin, yeah

You can do anything you want when you sexy

Money make me feel good, people don′t impress me

Shawty I'm a God with the stroke, it′s a blessing

Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah

You can do anything you want when you sexy

Money make me feel good, people don't impress me

Shawty I′m a God with the stroke, it's a blessing

Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah

Count up the dead

Ayy, oh shit, it's the same niggas I roll with

Show off that ass when she post pics

She show that ass when she post pics

Yeah, hey, oh shit

It′s the same niggas I post with

She say my reason makes no sense

She say my reason makes no sense

I could care less ′bout who don't like shit about me

Diamonds on my teeth, I need a motherfuckin′ mouthpiece

Stone cold heart if it ain't AaJiah what it′s 'bout, b

I don′t trust my phone, that shit get clickin' like a mouse, b

You can do, you can do

You can, you can, you can do anything you want when you sexy

Money make me feel good, people don't impress me

Shawty I′m a God with the stroke, it′s a blessing

Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah

You can do anything you want when you sexy

Money make me feel good, people don't impress me

Shawty I′m a God with the stroke, it's a blessing

Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah

Count up the dead