Countin' Racks
These crisp one hundred dollar bills
Got the whole room smelling fresh
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back
Boy we got that gwap
Don't you ever doubt
Catch you talking loud
Put that Nina in yo mouth
We don't fucking play
Bout that fucking pay
We go out and get it
Every fucking day
Young rich niggas
Stay on the grind
Money, hoes, and clothes
All that's on my mind
I don't fucking care
Who you roll with
If I catch you slipping
Get you both hit
We be in the trap
Got to hustle nigga
Slanging white girl
I want them Russell figures
Fuck a bad bitch
Then I turn her out
Have her tricking on the the corner for a certain amount
You see me dripping
Never catch me slipping
Corner keys I'm flipping
Steady stacking Benjamins
They say Hey Mikey
How you do that shit
If I tell you nigga
I got to kill you bitch
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back
Got the whole room smelling fresh
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back
Boy we got that gwap
Don't you ever doubt
Catch you talking loud
Put that Nina in yo mouth
We don't fucking play
Bout that fucking pay
We go out and get it
Every fucking day
Young rich niggas
Stay on the grind
Money, hoes, and clothes
All that's on my mind
I don't fucking care
Who you roll with
If I catch you slipping
Get you both hit
We be in the trap
Got to hustle nigga
Slanging white girl
I want them Russell figures
Fuck a bad bitch
Then I turn her out
Have her tricking on the the corner for a certain amount
You see me dripping
Never catch me slipping
Corner keys I'm flipping
Steady stacking Benjamins
They say Hey Mikey
How you do that shit
If I tell you nigga
I got to kill you bitch
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Countin' racks
Countin' thousand stacks
Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back
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Writer(s): Clifford James
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