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Young Club & Kylynn

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Birds chirping and shit...
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We counting these Benjis (hundreds and fifties)
Fifties and Twenties (Fifties and Twenties)
These niggas be talking bout iron, she ready to blow (Faaa)
Police pull up on the car, she holding the weed and holding the pole
Shawty be all on the block, she serving the leaf, and serving the snow
lil mama out here working, she bossy, I love her, I drape her in gold (Hey)
Boy gone, Imma bad man living
Smoke Dope never dwell on a sad mans feelings
Send hoes to ya door with 30s, and 4-4s
Hit the safe for the dough, now we Mai Tai Chillin
Shorty bout it, Imma take lil mama to the islands
Niggas tryna rush, shorty clowning
Pop a lil ex, get to wildn
Say her favorite rappers Meg the Stallion, imma see if you bout it Like...
Are you equestrian
Can you ride dick with the best of them
Can not tap I expect to win
Girl I’m 32 under the rim, Can you really take D when you stepping in
Shawty in the fire, Never leave the crib without the iron
Went and hit the block got fired
Started selling dope like The Wire
Started moving weight, getting hotter, but she do it so her mama can retire
That A-1 Perico
She always honest and never deceitful
Take her on trips round the world to meet people
Shorty bi lingual, and sexy, and lethal
Whipping in Phantoms, we started with Regals
Jamaica and Rome, Italy, Spain
All I needs me and my chick on a plane
Bags full of fifties and hundreds
We counting It up till we land
Where the f*ck you get a rack like that
Where the f*ck you get a back like that
Gave her the pack,
A day and a half,
And then she brought the cash right back like damn
She was born in the Caribbeans
She told me her mom was a immigrant
And she never been out to Italy
So we took a trip out to Sicily
She ride me like she tryna injure me
She tatted me name no forgetting me
I’m shinin you gotta remember me
The haters can’t ruin my energy
I know they envy me
That shit don’t bother me
Don’t give a f*ck if you feelin me
I know they wanna get rid of me
Thankin god say a prayer for my enemies
I cannot show em no sympathy
I’m not that dude you pretend to be
If I start some shit ima finish it
She pass me the clip then I empty it
She said she all bout her business
I told her my hustle is limitless
That’s why we both plotting on millions
All we do is f*ck and count Benjamins
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We count up the money (We count up the money)
We counting these Benjis (hundreds and fifties)
Fifties and Twenties (Fifties and Twenties)
These niggas be talking bout iron, she ready to blow (Faaa)
Police pull up on the car, she holding the weed and holding the pole
Shawty be all on the block, she serving the leaf, and serving the snow
lil mama out here working, she bossy, I love her, I drape her in gold (Hey)

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