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letra de count it - thankyoumomo

[hook: momo]
baby you know i love to count it, count it
i’ll be d-mned if i need an accountant
if you talking guala then i’m on it (x2)
baby you know i love to count it, count it
you know i love to count it, count it
i’ll be d-mned if i need an accountant
you know i love to count it, count it

[verse 1: momo]
love the way money feel up in my hands
you need the work, i can get you them grams
i need the bands inside of rubber bands
i need the bands inside of rubber bands, eh
i don’t give a fuck what you think
smoke me a blunt, i do not give a d-mn
i do not, i do not fuck with the bank, eh
i do not trust uncle sam
booling in my muthafucking bity
flicking middle fingers to the fucking five o
i can smell the muthafucking money
muthafucker i can see it with my eyes closed
even with a blindfold
see a op and then we slide hoe
counting commas and it’s mine hoe
i need my money on time hoe
loyalty’s my gold standard
i’m a cold b-st-rd, when that pole blast ya
no trap god, we dope p-ssers
don’t act hard, they gone catch ya
we did a lot for the 28 grams, grams, grams, grams
love the way money feel up in my hands, hands, hands, hands

[verse 2: balanco]
i’ll be d-mned if i need an accountant
she sucking d-ck while i count it
got the work and i’m flooding the projects
bands coming in is astounding
plug from the nigga the kilos
bricks like a nigga, shaq free throw
two to a four, four to a nine
now i’m moving these b-tches like nino
remember them days when a nigga had so little
all of the struggle made this nigga so realer
time in the box i spent hanging with real k!llers
don’t talk to cops to your neighborhood dope dealer
love the way money feel up in my hands, hands, hands, hands
love the sound of the fork scr-ping the pans, pans, pans, pans
who the fuck this sucker -ss nigga
trying to run on the kid like he on shit?
bet the pussy nigga get to twitching
soon as me and barley empty out a full clip
leave him stinking like horse shit
got a new b-tch, she on hoe shit
she suck the team off
you know what we on
after the bricks, man we all need a rebound
young nigga living and dying for commas
pray for the weak, not for us we some shottas
pray for the work crossing borders we watching
one it come through, bag the money back pop it
we did a lot for the thousand eight grams, grams, grams, grams
money machine take the spot of our hands, hands, hands, hands

zootboys

- thankyoumomo

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