NOT NOW
Teeth clenching in the cold car
Can never find me I'm so far
Im always staring at the stars
Im always writing these bars
Im making money its funny
Selling candy to dummies
I got so much bread
Shoot you in the stomach then I shoot you in the head
Counting money
Yea I'm balling like a player
Balling like a player
Balling like a player
Bitches call my phone
And I tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Counting money
Yea I'm balling like a player
Balling like a player
Balling like a player
Bitches call my phone
And I tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Now picture this
I count the bread
I got this money
Yea I never miss
I count these hundreds
Count these hundreds
Cus they're infinite
Got so much money my friends ain't gotta hit a lick
About to lay you down with these 100rounds
Picture you in a casket
Pockets full of money you can have it
Green limousine, windows tinted
You can't really see me when I pull up to the scene
Plug talk on the phone right now
You see me
Don't talk to me
I can't even see behind these stacks man right now cus I'm
Counting money
Yea I'm balling like a player
Balling like a player
Balling like a player
Bitches call my phone
And I tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Counting money
Yea I'm balling like a player
Balling like a player
Balling like a player
Bitches call my phone
And I tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Can never find me I'm so far
Im always staring at the stars
Im always writing these bars
Im making money its funny
Selling candy to dummies
I got so much bread
Shoot you in the stomach then I shoot you in the head
Counting money
Yea I'm balling like a player
Balling like a player
Balling like a player
Bitches call my phone
And I tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Counting money
Yea I'm balling like a player
Balling like a player
Balling like a player
Bitches call my phone
And I tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Now picture this
I count the bread
I got this money
Yea I never miss
I count these hundreds
Count these hundreds
Cus they're infinite
Got so much money my friends ain't gotta hit a lick
About to lay you down with these 100rounds
Picture you in a casket
Pockets full of money you can have it
Green limousine, windows tinted
You can't really see me when I pull up to the scene
Plug talk on the phone right now
You see me
Don't talk to me
I can't even see behind these stacks man right now cus I'm
Counting money
Yea I'm balling like a player
Balling like a player
Balling like a player
Bitches call my phone
And I tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Counting money
Yea I'm balling like a player
Balling like a player
Balling like a player
Bitches call my phone
And I tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Tell them hit me later
Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Barragán
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