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

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

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

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

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.

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

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

Respect the game Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin' 'Cause when it's

Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'

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