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

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

I wanna get high On some low country Where the sun meets the water Sounds right on the money Let's let that tide take us for a ride Girl, wherever it wants to All night long And the nights get hotter

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

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 how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes Yeah, this that Oliver 40 Niko shit man, 15 Fort York shit ya know Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Countin' money you know how it goes Pray the real live

Look at me countin' Mandelas, ay (Mandela!) Look at me countin' Mandelas, ay (look at me countin' Mandela!) Look at me countin' Mandelas, ay (that money) Look at me countin' Mandelas, ay (Mandelas!) Look at me countin' Mandelas, ay (I do) (H-H-H-Hot 92.

Nice work if you can get it And you can get it if you try The man who only lives for making money Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny Likewise the man who works for fame There's no guarantee that time won't erase his name The fact is, the only work

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