It got blood on the money and I still count it They got blood on the money and I still count it I can't help the way I'm raised up That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up We've been at the laundromat all day We've been washin' money

You’re so money, money, money You got a country road Carolina soul Baby you’re just so homegrown Ooh, I dig the way that you move You shake it down to your roots I did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild I’ll

Count up that money we sexing in Never knew I'd do you so right Never knew it was worth the sacrifice Never felt this feeling so fast But fucking around with me is dangerous The lines are blurry now, this isn't lust But you like it (but you like it) And

You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Because it's the last ride ever gonna That I'm ever gonna

I said I know that this may sound funny But money don't mean nothin' to me I won't make my music for money, no When I woke up this morning I was tired as I could be I think I was counting my money When I should have been counting sheep My agent he just

Not even the king They can't afford what we've got All the king's horses and all the king's men Can't afford what we've got Some people so poor, all that they've got is money Oh, and diamonds Some people waste their life counting their thousands I don't

Well, I met this old woman She was hard as nails I think that she just come out Of the County jail But I loaned her some money Just to pay her rent If I would, she would put me In her last will and testament Well, I got lots of children

Lately I been, I been losing sleep Said no more counting dollars Dreaming 'bout the things that we could be We'll be counting stars Baby I been, I been prayin' hard Take that money and watch it burn Sink in the river the lessons I learned (Take that

Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that up, count that up, count that up Twenties, count that Hundreds, count that Dollars, count that Money, count that Daisy it's crazy, and so as the home girl Red