Guala
Let's get it, ay, Let's get it, ay
Counting up all the money, ay, getting to all these Benji's, yeah
Counting up all the money, ay, getting to all the money, yeah
Counting up all the Guala, ay, counting up all the Guala, yeah
Counting up
Hop on my grind, I ain't resting till I see some cash
I'm with the squad and they'll make you fall back
Threw a baddie on the snap cause she bad
Put the phone down, hit it right from the back
Couple hundred likes, no hashtag
Blowing cheese, it's that loud pack
Couple bands in a backpack
120 on the parkway
Got THC in my DNA
But I roll a J and smoke it anyways
Man, I hit the floor, I never hit the hay
Making money in these different ways
Inbox overflowing
Fanbase stay growing
My girl's Bi she's outgoing
I told her bring her friends over
I don't count money, I make it
My money make bitches get naked
My money talk, you don't say shit
I have mad conversations
Every year change my location
I done seen so many faces
You ain't even leave the country
Swear you been to all these places
Fuck it, I'm counting some commas
Got a bad bitch like Madonna
She suck me off in a sauna
I pull up counting these hundreds
The chopper go off in the summer
The trap blowing up like Osama
I'm fucking these hoes, I'm just honest
I'm steady, I'm counting the GUALA
All these niggas tryna take it from me
Chopper running, nigga, who the dummy
Spanish mommies always call me papi
I keep running, nigga, feel like Rocky
Flexing on them, while she give me sloppy
Throwing racks while I'm in the lobby
Driving reckless like I'm Ricky Bobby
Fucking bitches cause that is my hobby
Fucking bitches, it's a major hobby
Spanish mommy and she all up on me
Counting Guala, we just counting money
Funny nigga, you can never stop me
Run up on me and she'll cut your body
Sipping Henny and I'm sparking Cali
Wish the nigga would fucking try me
They said I wouldn't, I just told them watch me
Walking around with the guala
Fuck around, spend a few racks
Got a pocket full of sour
You better bring your own bag
Now I feel like I got power
Fingertips smell like gun powder
She was yours and now she ours
I made it rain on her like showers
I'm running around with a rack
It feels like the world's in my hands
Imported some clothes right from France
Haters don't stand a chance
They hating on me, I just laugh
Spend then get it right back
Stacking up all of this cash
Who would've known we do math
Counting up all the money, ay, getting to all these Benji's, yeah
Counting up all the money, ay, getting to all the money, yeah
Counting up all the Guala, ay, counting up all the Guala, yeah
Counting up
Hop on my grind, I ain't resting till I see some cash
I'm with the squad and they'll make you fall back
Threw a baddie on the snap cause she bad
Put the phone down, hit it right from the back
Couple hundred likes, no hashtag
Blowing cheese, it's that loud pack
Couple bands in a backpack
120 on the parkway
Got THC in my DNA
But I roll a J and smoke it anyways
Man, I hit the floor, I never hit the hay
Making money in these different ways
Inbox overflowing
Fanbase stay growing
My girl's Bi she's outgoing
I told her bring her friends over
I don't count money, I make it
My money make bitches get naked
My money talk, you don't say shit
I have mad conversations
Every year change my location
I done seen so many faces
You ain't even leave the country
Swear you been to all these places
Fuck it, I'm counting some commas
Got a bad bitch like Madonna
She suck me off in a sauna
I pull up counting these hundreds
The chopper go off in the summer
The trap blowing up like Osama
I'm fucking these hoes, I'm just honest
I'm steady, I'm counting the GUALA
All these niggas tryna take it from me
Chopper running, nigga, who the dummy
Spanish mommies always call me papi
I keep running, nigga, feel like Rocky
Flexing on them, while she give me sloppy
Throwing racks while I'm in the lobby
Driving reckless like I'm Ricky Bobby
Fucking bitches cause that is my hobby
Fucking bitches, it's a major hobby
Spanish mommy and she all up on me
Counting Guala, we just counting money
Funny nigga, you can never stop me
Run up on me and she'll cut your body
Sipping Henny and I'm sparking Cali
Wish the nigga would fucking try me
They said I wouldn't, I just told them watch me
Walking around with the guala
Fuck around, spend a few racks
Got a pocket full of sour
You better bring your own bag
Now I feel like I got power
Fingertips smell like gun powder
She was yours and now she ours
I made it rain on her like showers
I'm running around with a rack
It feels like the world's in my hands
Imported some clothes right from France
Haters don't stand a chance
They hating on me, I just laugh
Spend then get it right back
Stacking up all of this cash
Who would've known we do math
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Writer(s): John Merlino
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