Count Money All Day
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Hustle on the block, you know I gotta stop
The bitches with the hundreds on top
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' money all day
Hustle on the block, watchin' for the cops
The bitches with the hundreds on top
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' money all day
Countin' money all day
Countin' money and I miss her
Countin' money 'til my thumbs get blisters (ouch)
Countin' money, now I need a money counter
Money gettin' big, kinda hard for me to handle
By myself (by myself?), when you talkin' 'bout M's
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the rapper, but I'm gettin' M's
Rubber bands on the paper like the paper boy
I deliver every morning like the paper boy
I went from Lam' to Ferrari, from Ferrari to Bugatti
Ninja Kawasaki to a brand new Bugatti
From a nice young man that wouldn't hurt nobody
Now it's diamonds everywhere, tattoos all over my body
Now I ride with that 40 cal, passenger a diamond gal
Head is amazin', on the highway suck me very well
Said she give me plenty tail, promise I would never tell
Life is like a fairy tale, my dear, farewell (gone)
Hustle on the block, you know I gotta stop
The bitches with the hundreds on top
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' money all day
Hustle on the block, watchin' for the cops
The bitches with the hundreds on top
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' money all day
Countin' money all day
I went from usin' a money counter (usin' a money counter)
Now I'm usin' a scale (scale), yeah
And I ain't weighin' up the work (I ain't weighin' no work)
I weigh them twenties, ah yeah (yeah)
Five pounds of twenty is a hundred grand easy (easy)
Fifty pounds of twenty is a million, believe me (believe me)
A hundred pounds of hundred, man it's ten mil' (mil')
Countin' money like that'll get your ass killed (killed)
I never talk about the money that I seen (seen)
You niggas already hatin', they think this rap's a dream (dream)
They think that rappin's cool (cool), I tell 'em they a fool (fool)
I tell 'em fuck trappin', now rap and go to school (school)
Talk about my homies (homies), 'cause I done lost plenty (plenty)
To the cemetery (metry), and to the penitentiary (damn)
Niggas that I grew up with, straight from elementary
A miracle that I'm alive, still countin' money (money), go (go)
Hustle on the block, you know I gotta stop
The bitches with the hundreds on top
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' money all day
Hustle on the block, watchin' for the cops
The bitches with the hundreds on top
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' money all day
Countin' money all day
I started hustlin' at a young age (age)
Runnin' to the corner every time I got a page (page)
Just a easy way (way) for me to get paid (paid)
Sellin' nicks and dimes (dimes)
Too young to sell the weight (weight)
I could cut the dope (dope), couldn't cook the yay (yay)
So I bought a gram (gram), and cut it eight ways (eight ways?)
That's a bunch of crumbs (crumbs), not even nicks (nicks)
Gettin' rich in the trap like this (damn)
People plankin', and wasn't nobody out (out)
Two dollar sacks (sacks), trappin'
Right there at the house (the house)
Three dollar nicks (nicks), three dollar hits (hits)
I was twelve, sixth grade, dawg I thought that I was rich (rich)
Me and my nigga trap (trap), we all went in (in)
Bought our second ounce, and fucked it up again (again)
Nigga couldn't cook (cook), salt full of bubbles (bubbles)
But when we finally got it, boy the trap was in trouble
Pancakes
Hustle on the block, you know I gotta stop
The bitches with the hundreds on top
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' money all day
Hustle on the block, watchin' for the cops
The bitches with the hundreds on top
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' money all day
Countin' money all day