Canada
(Donnie Katana)
(This is good, what is this? Candy)
We got red dots and ARPS
My bro got 223s
I got a glock 19
Make you read ABCs
Always Be Counting Dough
Even though I cant go
Fucking on all these hoes
You know that I cant go
Help me I'm juggin' hoes
I got the drop and lo'
Spent many nights on the phone
You ain't even catching my flow
Quit racing that shit
Your vette the same price as my fit
I just went and copped a new whip
Catching Z's yeah we on a trip
Yeah I gotta go, I'm pourin' a four
I'm chasin' the hoes, I'm chasing the bag
I'm chasin' that dough, yeah we going ghost
My brothers never changed on me even when I had no racks
Yeah, now I got my bros right here with my stacks
Count it up, yeah we count it up fast
We in, Canada
Yeah we got jet lag
Keep it on me, no I never lack
This ain't no Hennessey we sippin' jack
I'm from the west never been to the 'raq
I come in first, you come in last
And that's a fact
We got red dots and ARPS
My bro got 223s
I got a glock 19
Make you read ABCs
Always Be Counting Dough
Even though I cant go
Fucking on all these hoes
You know that I cant go
Help me I'm juggin' hoes
I got the drop and lo'
Spent many nights on the phone
You ain't even catching my flow
Quit racing that shit
Your vette the same price as my fit
I just went and copped a new whip
Catching Z's yeah we on a trip
Pfft, alright
Alright, turn it down a little bit
Aight, bet
(This is good, what is this? Candy)
We got red dots and ARPS
My bro got 223s
I got a glock 19
Make you read ABCs
Always Be Counting Dough
Even though I cant go
Fucking on all these hoes
You know that I cant go
Help me I'm juggin' hoes
I got the drop and lo'
Spent many nights on the phone
You ain't even catching my flow
Quit racing that shit
Your vette the same price as my fit
I just went and copped a new whip
Catching Z's yeah we on a trip
Yeah I gotta go, I'm pourin' a four
I'm chasin' the hoes, I'm chasing the bag
I'm chasin' that dough, yeah we going ghost
My brothers never changed on me even when I had no racks
Yeah, now I got my bros right here with my stacks
Count it up, yeah we count it up fast
We in, Canada
Yeah we got jet lag
Keep it on me, no I never lack
This ain't no Hennessey we sippin' jack
I'm from the west never been to the 'raq
I come in first, you come in last
And that's a fact
We got red dots and ARPS
My bro got 223s
I got a glock 19
Make you read ABCs
Always Be Counting Dough
Even though I cant go
Fucking on all these hoes
You know that I cant go
Help me I'm juggin' hoes
I got the drop and lo'
Spent many nights on the phone
You ain't even catching my flow
Quit racing that shit
Your vette the same price as my fit
I just went and copped a new whip
Catching Z's yeah we on a trip
Pfft, alright
Alright, turn it down a little bit
Aight, bet
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Writer(s): Luis Matias Martínez, Michael Rivera
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