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letra de countin' up - two32

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[verse 1: two32]
yeah
i know too many n***as out here tryna get it on they own
i got it off muscle i jumped off the porch and ain’t ever been home
my momma just called me and said that a n***a been gone for too long
but i gotta get the racks
that shit a fact i know where i belong
if ain’t money don’t pick up my phone
you get the click, click, click
don’t want the drama girl i am too grown
for all the shit, shit, shit
i flip a zip
go get another one flip it again
committing sin just to get benjamins
just to put in the biz
man you know how it is
i don’t regret it i did what i did (aye)
i got some mouths to feed (yeah yeah yeah)
had to put on and go get with the shits (aye)
seven come after me (yeah yeah yeah)
too many n***as kept doubting me
they be in love with the blasphemy
you better doubting your god than me
get it by any and all the means yeah

[chorus: two32]
not no family, friend or foe (foe)
get between me and this dough (dough)
never stressed
i’m so blessed to count up ’til my fingers sore (sore)
i finessed
‘bout to give my mom a stack that cannot fold (fold)
we done struggled to and fro
slept through the cold i need my own yeah (i need my own dawg)
countin’ up
’til i can’t feel my thumbs (thumb)
i’m out here getting to the bag
swear i do this shit for fun (fun)
n***as always go out sad
i could never be the one (one)
countin’ up
i’ll be raking this shit in until i’m done

[verse 2: 9d4 ju]
i jumped off the porch as a youngin’ but f-ck it i been grown
and way before i was out rapping just ask in my hood b-tch i been known
if the .30 ain’t under the louie just know that the hawk in my rick owens
your shawty just love how i’m thuggin’
i ain’t even speak and your b-tch open
that’s cause the kid’s glowing
no middle cl-ss in my mindset if i ain’t rich then i’m broke
like big worm my money like my emotions n***a no joke
i go spreewell for them green bills n***a play around and get choked
cause those commas feed a n***a momma n***a
like a backwood you get smoked
only concerned about revenue
if it’s not get the f-ck off my schedule
they tell me i’m too intellectual
cuz my mindset is multidimensional
phone jumping got your b-tch ringing while i’m counting the dough
rule number one momma always said money come before the hoes
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[chorus: two32]
not no family, friend or foe (foe)
get between me and this dough (dough)
never stressed
i’m so blessed to count up ’til my fingers sore (sore)
i finessed
‘bout to give my mom a stack that cannot fold (fold)
we done struggled to and fro
slept through the cold i need my own yeah (i need my own dawg)
countin’ up
’til i can’t feel my thumbs (thumb)
i’m out here getting to the bag
swear i do this shit for fun (fun)
n***as always go out sad
i could never be the one (one)
countin’ up
i’ll be raking this shit in until i’m done

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