Count Up My Money

(álbum: BLO: The Movie - 2019)

DJ Durel
Started with nothing, I had to go get it
I ain't have no help, nah
Pablo Juan
Yeah

Started with nothing, we had to go get it
I came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches
Niggas hating, they ain't stopping shit
Gotta stay 'way from the counterfeit
I count up my money, then fuck on a bitch
Spend five thousand on one outfit
And we get that free bread like the Outback
I'm the plug, I don't shop at the outlet
Chasing that money, ain't worried 'bout nothing else
Had to get it, I did it my damn self
And that bitch ain't get right so she got left
Kicking shit like karate, a black belt
I'ma spend this shit 'til ain't no cash left
I'm in her once a year like a pap smear
And we leaning, you know we don't drink beer
I pull up with three hoes and a reindeer

I like foreign shit, I got a foreign bitch
Jump in that foreign whip, her ass got a perfect grip
I blow the bag when I got Saks Fifth
Pussy too wet, I just might slip
When I get dressed, somebody get killed
I just be medicating on strips
Go to Vegas just to shop on the strip
Drinking out the bottle, fucking with models
She got good head, we call her a scholar
Turtleneck and my shoes is Prada
My neck and her pussy got something in common
Bustdown Rollie, she gon' bust down this wallet
Got you looking for your ho like Where's Waldo?
She was fine, I can't lie, I raw dogged her
Hoodrich got money, plugs, and revolvers
Fuck her, then I might not even call her
I was just chasing that money, I'm sorry
When I was young, I wanted to be a baller
I could tell she a freak when I saw her
My circle small but my money getting taller
Ooh, balling too hard, I just crossed her
Drinking that lean, need the Wockhardt
I got this water, I'm dripping, sloshing

Started with nothing, we had to go get it
I came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches
Niggas hating, they ain't stopping shit
Gotta stay 'way from the counterfeit
I count up my money, then fuck on a bitch
Spend five thousand on one outfit
And we get that free bread like the Outback
I'm the plug, I don't shop at the outlet
Chasing that money, ain't worried 'bout nothing else
Had to get it, I did it my damn self
And that bitch ain't get right so she got left
Kicking shit like karate, a black belt
I'ma spend this shit 'til ain't no cash left
I'm in her once a year like a pap smear
And we leaning, you know we don't drink beer
I pull up with three hoes and a reindeer