Verse 1 We selling the bricks Put coke on the strip I'm loaded The 4-5th Man it stay on my hip I got a tight grip It don't slip I'm busting at your homes with a full clip Tick-Tock your time is running out Boy I push the work till a n***a running out Boy you're pushing dirt anytime the sun is out The flow is bananas Sell weed to your grandma Word to poppy's mammy I got homies in the slammer Don't worry! I hold them down I send them n***as pajamas Pat Pat We're sending them shots I used to be on the block Now I be's the block R.I.P to Pac We did it all for the rock We did it all for the love Thanks for the thought Chorus x4 All the time I'm (Counting dollars) You see me (Counting dollars) my n***a We (Counting dollars) We always (counting dollars) Verse 2 I'm swift when I'm moving I'm swift when I'm swooping Got a n***a named Pacman that used to be boosting Pop culture The movies is clueless So that means when I'm shooting you're looking real stupid I'm (Counting dollars) Never had a counterfeit Moneys over flowing But the pills under the counter Roll before I smoke I'm going to need about an hour 1 2 3 4 Then I light them all up and I f**ing soar Yeah I'm running this sh** til I'm f**ing sore Yo homie I'm in the mission No open doors Closed case Tell them close the gate First let the girls in cause they love the taste You're not (Counting dollars) Like the way I do We're living in a jungle or a f**ed up zoo Lions, Tigers, Bears, Oh my All the hoes love me cause I'm that guy We don't even need a plane cause we're so fly Where are we landing? Out in the Hamptons Big house by the forest We use it for camping Chorus x4