Ft. IllBoyz
I’m counting faces burning dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Co-Countin faces burnin dough
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Calculator and a lighter, calculator and a lighter
Countin countin countin, bank account astoundin’
b**hes all around me hoe, I’m rich I need a stallion
Give me Becky while I count it on a phone with my accountant
Juicy fell off in the deep somebody help me ’cause I’m drowning
Big bank take little bank sippin on that dig drink
Design that mix match, that.44 they get back
They click clack they get back
Double Drum that big mac, their big pocket I spend on houses
Diamond watches rich spouses
I need a gas mask for this gas pack
Countin faces while your lady make that a** clap
I’m so turned up ain’t no way I’m coming down
Runnin through a check and I’m diggin in a pound