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letra de count up my money - hoodrich pablo juan

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[intro]
dj durel
started with nothing, i had to go get it
i ain’t have no help, nah
pablo juan
yeah

[chorus]
started with nothing, we had to go get it
i came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches
n-gg-s hatin’, they ain’t stoppin’ sh-t
gotta stay ‘way from the counterfeit
i count up my money, then f-ck on a b-tch
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
chasin’ that money, ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ else
had to get it, i did it my d-mn self
and that b-tch ain’t get right so she got left
kickin’ sh-t like karate, a black belt
i’ma spend this sh-t ’til ain’t no cash left
i’m in her once a year like a pap smear
and we leanin’, you know we don’t drink beer
i pull up with three hoes and a reindeer

[verse]
i like foreign sh-t, i got a foreign b-tch
jump in that foreign whip, her -ss got a perfect grip
i blow the bag when i got saks fifth
p-ssy too wet, i just might slip
when i get dressed, somebody get k!lled
i just be medicating on strips
go to vegas just to shop on the strip
drinkin’ out the bottle, f-ckin’ with models
she got good head, we call her a scholar
turtleneck and my shoes is prada
my neck and her p-ssy got somethin’ in common
bustdown rollie, she gon’ bust down this wallet
got you lookin’ for your ho like where’s waldo?
she was fine, i can’t lie, i raw dogged her
hoodrich got money, plugs, and revolvers
f-ck her, then i might not even call her
i was just chasin’ 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 gettin’ taller
ooh, ballin’ too hard, i just crossed her
drinkin’ that lean, need the wockhardt
i got this water, i’m drippin’, sloshing

[chorus]
started with nothing, we had to go get it
i came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches
n-gg-s hatin’, they ain’t stoppin’ sh-t
gotta stay ‘way from the counterfeit
i count up my money, then f-ck on a b-tch
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
chasin’ that money, ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ else
had to get it, i did it my d-mn self
and that b-tch ain’t get right so she got left
kickin’ sh-t like karate, a black belt
i’ma spend this sh-t ’til ain’t no cash left
i’m in her once a year like a pap smear
and we leanin’, you know we don’t drink beer
i pull up with three hoes and a reindeer

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