Countin’ Money (Screwed & Chopped) Bun B (Ft. Gucci Mane & Yo Gotti)

[Intro: DJ B-Do & Gucci Mane]
Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a bunch of ropes Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a bunch of ropes Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a bunch of ropes Fuck
A rubber band, a nigga need a bunch of ropes
Yo, it's Gucci
R.I.P. Pimp C mayne
(Get that street money, street money, street money)

[Chorus: DJ B-Do]
Count money all day, count money all day
Count money all day, count money all, money all
Count money all day, count money all day
Count money all, money all, money all day

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Say mayne, no matter where I go (I go), no matter what I do (I do)
If chillin with myself (myself) or ballin with my crew (my crew)
If skies is lookin cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind (my mind), so tell me what it do (it do)
And if you be like me, then you already knew it (knew it)
We goin for the money, then we goin right through it (through it)
We take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it (screw it)
Cause it ain't nothin to it, where I come from but to do it (do it)
We get it in our hands and then it go right through the fingers (fingers)
We spend it on a system and a fresh set of swangers (swangers)
We pop a couple tags, put some fresh up on our hangers (hangers)
That everyday struggle and can't 'nam nigga change us (change us)
Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song (song)
Believe I had a poppin 'fore a label put me on (on)
It's 2010 and I ain't seein nothin wrong (wrong)
With niggas countin money all day fuckin long (long)