Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Count , by - Curren$y. Song from the album The Marina, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jet Life
Song language: English
The Count |
| Gang, jets |
| More money than these lames get |
| More weed on the plane |
| More diamonds on the chain |
| La Música de Harry Fraud |
| Um, backwards joints get rolled up |
| Learned that in Amsterdam |
| Learned as a young man |
| Get cash fast as you can |
| But don’t blow it too fast |
| Always save some for the road, make the smoke last |
| Never ask permission, we just blow past |
| Momma twistin' up joints, I’m just scribblin' in this notepad |
| Hopin' that, the hotel got good room service that I could throw back |
| Put on a movie that’s a throwback |
| Or just some beats, Harry Fraud just sent the whole pack |
| Maybe hit the pool swim a couple laps |
| Do my best when I’m relaxed |
| Back in the day, the way they used to send the message all facts |
| Beef without a scratch, used to doubt us |
| Now the game wouldn’t be the same without us |
| Smoke the loudest |
| Ha |
| My weed good, my bitch bad |
| My joints burn slow all my cars go fast |
| Sweatpants, pockets is bulgin' with cash, hella stacks |
| Dippin' that playa shit they never put on the racks |
| Members only shit, private showroom out back |
| Fashion bloggers have to ask you, «where you got it at?» |
| Spitta just a real nigga who can rap |
| Only deliver facts about my life but it’s tight 'cause my life is all that |
| Famous enough to get in there for free but not so famous that people keep |
| bothering me |
| While I’m choppin' the tree, smokin' one this a selfie, a muhfuckin' personal |
| sum’n |
| It’s enough gas in the world for all of you |
| So I ain’t 'bout to pass my fuckin' joints over to you |
| We could get high, count to these high tunes |
| Baby I got hella playa grooves |
| In the Chevy as we cruise |
| I can’t wait until New Orleans make the news |
| Completely legalize recreational that’s like a dream come true |
| At the marina gettin' stoned to some Nina Simone |
| Shorty never heard them vibes until I put her on |
| Smoke two more sticks while I drove her home |
| Shorty poutin' lookin' like something wrong |
| But she don’t wanna be alone |
| Talkin' 'bout how well we get along but my money really got her mind blown |
| She think I’m dumb, baby girl I’m not the one |
| Money machine count while I twiddle my thumbs |
| Money machine count while I lace up my Banned 1's |
| Money machine count you delivered that ransom |
| Money machine countin' that stash for my grandson |
| Money machine copped the island to land on |
| Money machine my own, hustlin' feet I stand on |
| East side, parked the Medina at the Marina |
| They was amazed when they seen it |
| Millionaires |
| Two of us it was like 50 M’s between us |
| Arguing who Rolex the cleanest |