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Run that money counter baby Last night I didn't come home my bitch probably think I was cheating She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich They tryna ride my wave, I had to switch it up They tryna ride in my lane, I had to buck a left I had to cut off my feet to save myself Stayed down and went and raised my wealth We was waitin' on the mailman, we had to track it, he had the package Soon as we get it the pack in, 30 minutes later racks in Thousand dollar belt for my pants Ridin' round beating I'm the man I can get them bags on demand Count the money fast with my hands Shooters they gon' shoot on my command Got these bands dawg Hope out and go get it forreal, I went and got it forreal They tryna tell me to chill, this just the way that I live I be on syrup forreal, I just keep buyin' these seals I know I'm never gon' squeal, give a damn how they feel Baby Jace, sitting next to me on the roads to riches Lil Dee, sittin' next to me on the road to riches DT ridin' shotgun on the road to riches SongtexteThey tryna ride my wave, they tryna ride my wave Last night I didn't come my bitch probably think I was cheating She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich I just got a call from my dawg he just came home, told me that he got out on his dick so I'ma put him on Couple niggas talkin' flaw, they all sing the same songs Get a nigga left on the yard for a cellphone I got some young niggas ready to crash out, I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot And I'ma hold it down for the havenots I still remember times I ain't have nothing I ain't no greedy nigga you can have some All of my niggas eatin' go and ask 'em They don't want no smoke they got asthma Bitch I'm a street nigga I ain't no rapper They should put me on a runway, drippin' like a sundae Make yo bitch see how this dick taste, a million off a mixtape Niggas hate but I just dictate I control the shots Boy I control the block Boy I control that rock You gon' need a way bigger surfboard Got allot of money but I want more Go and get that paper ain't have no choice My son gon' be a boss cause he's my first born Last night I didn't come my bitch probably think I was cheating She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich Aus Songtexte Mania