Lyrics
Count money
Count money like the minutes countin down
Officer down g's up hoes down
Was trappin out the grams now I'm smokin out the pound
Was barely gettin round now I'm Cali bound
Started from the ground now I'm high up in the clouds
You clowns make me laugh
See you frown when I pass
Smile now cry never on my back
I was down bad but never goin back
Got the work with the stamp ima stand in the trap
Ima add every dollar to the stack ima flip never flap
No sleep catnap with the mac on my lap
Swerve the lac
On my toes with the chrome never lack
On the phone with the plug where it at
Where it at... where it at
Where it at where it at I need another pack
Clientele gettin mad I need em extra fast
You ain't even gotta front yea I got the cash
And every dollar that I drop ima double that
Ima flood get the stacks that's a fact
Flip the cash again but this time ima invest in straps
Ain't no way that ima let these pussies catch me slackin
I'm so true to the game I even got it tatted
Some cant handle pressure but I smoke that shit for breakfast
I been grinding so hard man this shit is an obsession
I don't like to talk much rather keep em guessin
Put an extra gram in my blunt just to keep from stressin
Not a peasent ima crook bitch that means I'm never shook
Shawties ass was extra fat had to take a second look
Ain't no street lights in my hood all you see is silhouettes
If you trespass you either gettin bit or gettin wet