Left Hand
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Count stacks with the left
Pass the rock to Ray Loc he move it like Steph
Don't confuse it we smokin the best
I don't know her she rubbin my chest
Heard you losin his pockets look stressed
Now you got animosity said it's on sight with me
You is a joke you don't want no smoke
So come get ya hoe and get off my property
Haze trynna feed the streets
Trynna put niggas on said eat these beat
Hell naw ain't gon be no peace
Until the whole team on yeah we gon eat
You know I mean VPG that's home
We get to the money they lookin like clones
Yo lace front is dirty you can't give me head
She mad get money shits funny I'm dead
Eyes stay red naw I ain't tired
Say you gettin money but yous a liar
Trip off smoke man I'm on fire
Sip me some water watch me get higher
Phone keep ringin but I'm retired
Not Deniro but bitch leave me lone
These bitches some dawgs she can't the bone
Don't wanna talk I don't want the dome
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Got a couple racks in my right hand couple in my left
I'm with Loco serving coco
We just trying to make the shit stretch
Whippin soda arm like a motor
Boy Ima fool with that left
Run up on me catch two to the chest
I ain't with nun of the goofy shit
Naw this ain't a movie
Shit you would think I was a producer
The way I be shootin clips
Hundred round choppa with the coolin kit
Bro right behind me
With the Glock Nine call that a shootin assist
Extension looking like a ruler stick
Diamond in my ear lookin like Fiji Water
Name one nigga I aint cooler then
When it comes to the money I just do my dance
Run up a check like Nike when I do my dance
Bitch you know I'm Vietnam
I'm hot as fuck somebody bring a fan
All this loud I be blowin down
Make it hard to hear what you be saying
You want smoke just let me know
I'm at your front door like I'm moving in pussy
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Aye bro lets get this money
Until it's nothing left
Be countin so much paper
Until you out of breath
Big faces in my pockets
Pants look like they sinkin
The hammer on me now
It's pokin out like it's peekin
Ten toes down
You know how I'm comin
Don't leave now
Pussy nigga stop runnin
When she's wit me
She can't stop cumin
I'm a lose my mind
Countin all these hundreds
Claim you one hunnit
I make change lil nigga
I ain't fenna play no games wit a nigga
Fucc around and up that thang on a nigga
Better stay in yo lane lil nigga
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Count stacks with the left
Pass the rock to Ray Loc he move it like Steph
Don't confuse it we smokin the best
I don't know her she rubbin my chest
Heard you losin his pockets look stressed
Now you got animosity said it's on sight with me
You is a joke you don't want no smoke
So come get ya hoe and get off my property
Haze trynna feed the streets
Trynna put niggas on said eat these beat
Hell naw ain't gon be no peace
Until the whole team on yeah we gon eat
You know I mean VPG that's home
We get to the money they lookin like clones
Yo lace front is dirty you can't give me head
She mad get money shits funny I'm dead
Eyes stay red naw I ain't tired
Say you gettin money but yous a liar
Trip off smoke man I'm on fire
Sip me some water watch me get higher
Phone keep ringin but I'm retired
Not Deniro but bitch leave me lone
These bitches some dawgs she can't the bone
Don't wanna talk I don't want the dome
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Got a couple racks in my right hand couple in my left
I'm with Loco serving coco
We just trying to make the shit stretch
Whippin soda arm like a motor
Boy Ima fool with that left
Run up on me catch two to the chest
I ain't with nun of the goofy shit
Naw this ain't a movie
Shit you would think I was a producer
The way I be shootin clips
Hundred round choppa with the coolin kit
Bro right behind me
With the Glock Nine call that a shootin assist
Extension looking like a ruler stick
Diamond in my ear lookin like Fiji Water
Name one nigga I aint cooler then
When it comes to the money I just do my dance
Run up a check like Nike when I do my dance
Bitch you know I'm Vietnam
I'm hot as fuck somebody bring a fan
All this loud I be blowin down
Make it hard to hear what you be saying
You want smoke just let me know
I'm at your front door like I'm moving in pussy
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Aye bro lets get this money
Until it's nothing left
Be countin so much paper
Until you out of breath
Big faces in my pockets
Pants look like they sinkin
The hammer on me now
It's pokin out like it's peekin
Ten toes down
You know how I'm comin
Don't leave now
Pussy nigga stop runnin
When she's wit me
She can't stop cumin
I'm a lose my mind
Countin all these hundreds
Claim you one hunnit
I make change lil nigga
I ain't fenna play no games wit a nigga
Fucc around and up that thang on a nigga
Better stay in yo lane lil nigga
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
The diamonds they sparkle like sprite
I hop in a hemi or Chevy
I really don't mind
We gon get high tonight
Gon sip on some Remy
And we just might fight
Lil bitch on a pill
She diggin our swag
Take her to the crib
And she gon get bi
Count stacks with the left hand
Got tired I moved to the right
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Taylor
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