Lock That Door

Lock that door while, I count this money
Lock that door while, I count this cash
JPG right on my mesh

I put archive on my bitches
Roll up the dope and I go hit the road
I take the Goyard and go hit the Grove
Pull out the champagne, let's take a toast

I got the racks, bitch, I got the riches
Put on the archive and go hit the boat
And when I hit Paris, I bring out the finest
I tell the driver to valet the Porsche

I might just put my lil' brother in Marni
I hit Ball Harbor, but I'm cashing, yeah
Mix matchin my fashion, yeah
Yes, I'm Nato who's asking, uhh
This the life of a motherfuckin' star

We gonna fuck up the motherfuckin' city
All of my bitches, they motherfuckin' pretty
I'm with some woos, they howl at the moon
And bitch, do not talkyou gon' fuck up my mood
If she act cool, I buy the bitch shoes
My brother, he red, he tell me she bool
I pour up the red, I'm not by the pool
She like how I dress, she tell me I'm cool

This the city of LA, I don't wanna be away
I don't wanna see your face
Maybe on a different day
I gotta keep a FMK
I cannot go like that, babe
I cannot go like that, no
I'm counting cash so lock that door

I tap my jacket
I spend racks on that
I put black on black
Shawty say she liking how I rap
Make her arch her back
I don't know that, nigga
Why you trying to lie to you
Off two 30s, baby
I meant to say hi to you

Counting the cash in the front room
Oh, I'm counting the cash now
Counting the cash, I'm a cash cow
For this outfit this shit, cost me five thou
Could you lock that door for me right now
Lock that door for me right now
Cause I got some money in here

ARPs up in here
I got hoes in Paris, boy
I got some in Montreal
Digging my lingo, they digging my style

In love with my slang, she see me like wow
Like whoa
How the fuck you do that Nato
Counting the cash with my eyes closed

I could count a hundred blindfolded

Lock that door, I'm counting up a check
Lock that door
Guess you gotta die for respect

Ah
Fllttt
That's the sound of a tech
Vroom, vroom
Sound of a Corvette

Pointers on my fingers and my ear and my neck
Bad shit watch Nato, make her Tyla sweat

Lock that door while, I count this money
Lock that door while, I count this cash
JPG right on my mesh

I put archive on my bitches
Roll up the dope and I go hit the road
I take the Goyard and go hit the Grove
Pull out the champagne, let's take a toast

I got the racks, bitch, I got the riches
Put on the archive and go hit the boat
And when I hit Paris, I bring out the finest
I tell the driver to valet the Porsche

I might just put my lil' brother in Marni
I hit Ball Harbor, but I'm cashing, yeah
Mix matchin my fashion, yeah
Yes, I'm Nato who's asking, uhh
This the life of a motherfuckin' star