| Counting I’m counting
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| Counting I’m counting
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| I count that cash on the
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| My bitch look bad with no makeup
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| She give me big face like a
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| Spend a lil time, but never no dime
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| Committing crimes just to get a payment
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| Put my kids in her belly she still ain’t pregnant
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| Too many rounds on my waistline
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| Might hit a house in the day time
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| Might try a four of that wockhardt
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| I’m tryna see what it taste like
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| I want the with a green booty
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| Just to get me a thang with that big ol' booty
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| Put that gold in my mouth I want every color
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| One burgundy gold and one white and one yellow
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| Water my lean got that ice with my benzo
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| 'N catch a hoe slippin' just like rainy weather
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| Make it rain, make it rain
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| Purple rain slurricane
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| I was at the True Jeans with the gang
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| Never need hurricanes
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| Walking on air since the 80's nigga
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| Bury them wings and my baby pictures
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| Fresh to death when I got here
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| Jordan’s on before they release these bitches
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| These niggas sweeter than dd’s Reece’s
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| These niggas cheap I swear feed these niggas
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| Never ever still greedy nigga
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| Since my first song, you seen me nigga
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| I been rappin' 'bout jackin' these weenee niggas
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| How come you mad when you see me nigga?
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| Niggas told me I’m banged out like
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| I ain’t go for four pistols nigga you trippin'
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| I been shittin' on you niggas lately
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| I been shittin' on you niggas lately
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| I been shittin' on you niggas lately
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| I been getting rich so you niggas hating
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| I been shittin' on you niggas lately
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| Free my hitters free my hitters
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| Soldier down with the truce
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| Roll around in the coupe
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| Rollin' rounds in that 03
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| So I’m rollin' rounds of that truth
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| Hundred rounds in that AK
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| That F&N go DOO!
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| Mafia keep it mafia
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| My Hermes my suit
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| It ain’t always gotta be a big pistol
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| Might bounce around deuce deuce
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| Shoot a round or thirty two
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| Like Magic Johnson on the magic city
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| Fell in love with hundred that’s the sweetest feeling
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| When you touchin' money touchin' ass n titties
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| In your cleanest Nikes and your dopest jacket
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| On the scene shining cause you know they flashing
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| I ain’t talking cameras see them naked dancers
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| Tell them make it nasty see we making plans while we making plays
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| At a business meeting with a plug with fire
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| While I blew blue hundreds and a crip blue flame
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| You would think we crip with the way we touch that 'caine
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| If you feel my music you done touched that bag
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| Put a pipe on the connect don’t touch that drank
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| Like the garbage disposal would chop them veins
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| Too graphic greedy so specific cause you know we lived it
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| Hopped out in traffic put this shit in plastic
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| I been shittin' on you niggas lately
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| I been shittin' on you niggas lately
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| I been shittin' on you niggas lately
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| I been getting rich so you niggas hating
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| I been shittin' on you niggas lately |