| Countin' money every day
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| Baggin' chips, Frito-Lay
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| They want to see you fall like a domino
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| But I’ma keep it tight like a pantyhose
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| They don’t know ya, ain’t never there
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| But count your digits, wanna share
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| Bitch, you better get it all on your own
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| You only come around when I’m in the zone
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| I’ma do me, I don’t care
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| It’s a celebration, we hot this year
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| Countin' money, yeah, we made it
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| Rollin' Swishers on the daily
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| They ain’t never 'round when we workin', yep
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| Bet they showin' now 'cause we turnin' up
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| Sentimental, they super mad
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| Makin' comments on my Instagram
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| Why you so concerned with what I do?
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| Is it 'cause I’m me and you mad at you?
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| Get a grip, I don’t know ya
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| We gettin' lit up in California
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| So many place I ain’t never seen
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| Called a couple cases, still on MTV, ay
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| Countin' money, yeah, we made it
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| Rollin' Swishers on the daily
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| They ain’t never 'round when we workin', yep
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| Bet they showin' now 'cause we turnin' up
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| Now if you countin' money, girl, you ain’t wrong
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| Go 'head and shake that ass 'cause this ya song
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| All I see is those that wanna judge us
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| But really they just wanna fuckin' hug us
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| Don’t hate (nah, nah), don’t hate (nah, nah)
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| 'Cause we ain’t that different now
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| Don’t hate (nah, nah), don’t hate (nah, nah)
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| Unless they kicked you out the fuckin' club, yea
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| Countin' money, yeah, we made it
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| Rollin' Swishers on the daily
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| They ain’t never 'round when we workin', yep
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| Bet they showin' now 'cause we turnin' up |