Double Count Speaker Knockerz (Ft. Capo Cheeze)
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Count up
Count up, man I need the money count up
Wake up in the morning got them hundreds on the counter
B*tch I'm getting paid ain't no other way around it
Pockets fulla money got them rubber bands around it
Count up
Count up, man I need the money count up
Wake up in the morning got them hundreds on the counter
B*tch I'm getting paid ain't no other way around it
Pockets fulla money got them rubber bands around it
Imma count up
Get yo bread up
Houndreds on the counter ain't no other way around it
I've been getting to the money since a mu'f*cka found it
Got you ? if you talking 'bout a check
I'm a OG 'round the scene, better show me my respect
?... where they coming for your neck
I be whipping 'round the city while I'm blowing on the best
No stress
Watch me count up all the mu"f*ckin cake
If you fake then I bet we don't relate
Put your money on the case ?...
On my Homie Quan S*it get the f*ck out my face
Can you please, make some room for a G
A lot of horse power watch me zoom through the street
Now I'm on the move got a room by the beach
Got a lot of ? get the money
Let my b*tch count the bands
Told her hit a lick and and make a flip for the grams
B*tch I'm in the game you just hate from the stands
Everywhere I go h*es say I'm the man
Got a plan
Get the bread, then I cash out
Run up on me, talkin s*it and imma spaz out
Gettin' money homie pull the f*ckin racks out
Thumbin through the check while my homie serve the packs out
Count up, man I need the money count up
Wake up in the morning got them hundreds on the counter
B*tch I'm getting paid ain't no other way around it
Pockets fulla money got them rubber bands around it
Count up
Count up, man I need the money count up
Wake up in the morning got them hundreds on the counter
B*tch I'm getting paid ain't no other way around it
Pockets fulla money got them rubber bands around it
Imma count up
Get yo bread up
Houndreds on the counter ain't no other way around it
I've been getting to the money since a mu'f*cka found it
Got you ? if you talking 'bout a check
I'm a OG 'round the scene, better show me my respect
?... where they coming for your neck
I be whipping 'round the city while I'm blowing on the best
No stress
Watch me count up all the mu"f*ckin cake
If you fake then I bet we don't relate
Put your money on the case ?...
On my Homie Quan S*it get the f*ck out my face
Can you please, make some room for a G
A lot of horse power watch me zoom through the street
Now I'm on the move got a room by the beach
Got a lot of ? get the money
Let my b*tch count the bands
Told her hit a lick and and make a flip for the grams
B*tch I'm in the game you just hate from the stands
Everywhere I go h*es say I'm the man
Got a plan
Get the bread, then I cash out
Run up on me, talkin s*it and imma spaz out
Gettin' money homie pull the f*ckin racks out
Thumbin through the check while my homie serve the packs out
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