Lyrics:
lady friends
Even if the money got that mildew
Check your lens
We see better
We eat good food
Wait for the end
So fuck a friend fool
Get all your ends
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
never play the game by the book
If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass
Cause the IRS,
Is gonna take yo stash
money, you
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
tryna sink off in the deep end an
go insane
Styling as a jit but it's Phuq Alexander Wang
Yetti Cole like Jermaine
Ain worryin bout the fame
Money in my
went down to the railroad yard,
And one of the few ladies that had helped him to spent
His money, came by to see him.
And she said "You fool!, you
on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
I'm from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin', I hope he awoken
Payin' my own that's
breed. This youngin shall take the lead
I'm thinking so far ahead, Im doing his for my seed. Yes indeed, that boy's a genius lord
Welcome to the fool
Oh, woah, oh
Oh, woah, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, woah, oh
Oh, woah
I respect a man raisin' his kids all on his own
I respect a man who
by the pool (pool)
And I keep it with me 'case somebody act a fool (fool)
Pucci on my coochie, I'ma make these niggas drool (drool)
Higher than
me my money
Funky little n*gga with a big attitude
Dont funk with him whats a deer to a bull
Dont bullshit him won’t adhear to a fool
Fool around
load up the monster
Wingy chingy wang chung sitting on my tongue has left me satisfied
But your bees are buzzing and your cat is calling and baby I'm
blame
But is the money worth it if he don't love you the same
Memories made by maids love starts to fade
At the point where dad can't even tell you his
Who at the door?
Put the money up
I'mma be done kilt one of these niggas 'round here man
Who dat is?
Uh
I had to wet the donkey, get some
posted by the Tony's hustlin
I fuck with white girls like my nigga Uncle Ruckus
Money, money, money be the topic of discussion
Try to jack the Snipes then
wasn't even his
Plus, she got another kid by another nigga
And now, it's gettin' more expensive than he originally figured
So, he went out and got
new to it baby, they all into meka
Breaking the ice hi nice to meet ya,
You shooting your shot or just watch from the bleachers
Think about what you
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
to the railroad yard,
And one of the few ladies that had helped him to spent
His money, came by to see him.
And she said "You fool!, you fool!", I wouldn't have
like Scottie Pippen
Hell yeah, I'm trippin'
My homie got his wig split on a pussy trip
Since then hoes and money and pussy can never be my friend
We can
money over bitches
That's from the time a nigga
Close his eyes I'm hopin', i hope he awoken
Payin' my own that's tokin'
Chokin' off-a Glocks smokin'
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