ฟังเพลงCountin' Money (Explicit)

Countin' Money - Bun B

F**k a rubber band a ni**a need a buncha birds

F**k a rubber band a ni**a need a buncha birds

F**k a rubber band a ni**a need a buncha birds

F**k a rubber band a ni**a need a buncha birds

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

Say mane no matta where I go no matter what I do

If chillin' wit' myself or ballin' wit' my crew

The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue

I got that money on my mind so tell me what it do

And if you be like me then you already knew it

We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it

We take it to the table baby chop it up and screw it

'Cause it ain't nothin' to it where come from but to do it

We get it in our hands and then it go

Right through the fingers

We standin' on the system in a fresh set of swangas

We pop a couple tags put some fresh up on the hangers

That everyday struggle and can't nair ni**a change us

Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song

Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on

It's 2010 and I ain't seein' nothin' wrong

But niggas countin' money all day f**kin' long

Money all day count money all day

Count money all day count money all money all

Money all day count money all day count money all

Money all money all day

Money totin' pistol carrying young ni**a thugged out

Very first song I ever dropped was in a drug house

Razor blades sandwich bags Louis shoes stupid swag

Rubberbands duffle bags small bills trash bags

Apple chain on my neck you know that cost stupid cash

Maserati for the wash that's that foolish cash

Penitentiary chances '6's on a muscle car

Bun helped me keep it real and watch it take me far

My money don't fold this money here

I ain't make it for no hoes I ain't get this off of shows

Count money all day count money all night

Just know I'm wit' my paper so I got my paper twice

I been on wit' out my paper so I sleep wit' it at night

Now I wake up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right

They call me Coc*ine Gotti and it's money over b**ches

Mr Everything White he be always in the kitchen

Money all day count money all day

Count money all day count money all money all

Money all day count money all day count money all

Money all money all day

On teh shake

Ain't no need to check ya sneakers three bricks

Plus a split wit' me then b**ch you got a hit

Big money on my leisure pop bottles wit' top models

Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico yo' girlfriend I'ma freak her

Believe me I'm a giant leave it to the lemurs to believers

I only see my paper plus my cojan on the Sanyo

The hottest rapper that you know people look like Cujo

I get a thousand million ties and sold your guys for uno

So tune into East Atlanta please don't change the channel ma

Roll the windows down back up in my Phantom show my automa

Hangin' out my partner naw don't you want this autograph

Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Mardi Gras

Money all day count money all day

Count money all day count money all money all

Money all day count money all day count money all

Money all money all day