Lyrics:
the flood rates
Count the beats per minute, your heart rate
When we're done I promise you won't walk straight
Wait a minute, tell me who you with
Wait, wait,
That Tropicana for the propaganda
5 minutes just to count a check
Take 5 minutes, spend it all on Ballies
Take five minute just to mount up
From
shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait,
to count a check
Take five minutes to spend it all on Ballies
Take five minute just to mount up
From the lot to the rim shop
Five minutes just to pull
When a bitch suck my dick, I be like "wooh!"
If I'm counting more than a thousand dollars I be like "wooh!"
Count them rollz! Damn!
The Audi
minute
Woah, woah
Your beats per minute
Woah, woah
Your beats per minute
Woah, woah
Your beats per minute
Woah, woah
Feeling high (high)
Twenty-four/Seven
count
Ain't no ceiling ya' we did it from the ground
Took a minute but we had to make it out
10 toes we was never laying down
Shawty' drop it then she
Pumping faster no fear when disaster hit
Tick tick tock tick is coming
80 beats per minute
But as youth we feel infinite
From the up-beat in the beginning
and brains
Deluded by their arrogance, no fear of when disaster hits
But tick, tock, tick, it's coming and we don't know when
See, 80 beats per minute
your bitch
Cool minute, cool minute
It's been a cool minute, it's
Been a cool minute, cool minute
It's been a cool minute, it's
Been a cool minute, cool
Give me one kiss from the start
One kiss per minute, turn me on
With just one kiss per minute
I'll be your girl
One kiss per minute, turn me on
With
a money machine
She get money she's a money machine
He flip money like a money machine
Count money count money add money count money count (Money Machine)
(Coming on forty-five minute point in our countdown
Everything going smoothly
T-minus 45 minutes and counting
Coming up on t-minus 40 minutes
(Coming on forty-five minute point in our countdown
Everything going smoothly
T-minus 45 minutes and counting
Coming up on t-minus 40 minutes
count it yet
I already spend it!
My cellphone ringin’ every 7 minutes (hello)
I’m on here on my grind, chasin’ 7 digit's
(oh)
I can’t waste no time, man,
Drink the juice by liter
Count it, count it
Count it, count it
Count it, count it
Count it, yea
Wrist heavy, real heavy
They be steady, riding waves
to know this
Boy
Please consider me uh uh
You can count on me
Cause my loving is for real my loving is for real
Baby boy
This is how I feel
Please don't
All this time I been waitin' for it
All this time I been prayin' for it
Finally here I'mma make it count
Finally here, I'mma make it count
Count
You better count your money.
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
You better count your money.
You better count money
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You
you, honey
Come and get it while it's hot
Counting every minute
Ooh I'm living it
I'll make every minute count
Give it everything I've got
Feel
you compose a curse
Or will today bring the blessings?
Fill the page with rhyming verse
Or some random sketching
Teach us to count the days
Teach
gotta slow down, gotta count my cash
Lookin' at me with a bag, bitch, with a fat ass
Can't hit it from the back, gotta pull up the tracks
Wait a minute
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