THANKYOUMOMO - Count It lyrics

[Hook: Momo] Baby you know I love to count it, count it I'll be damned if I need an accountant If you talking guala then I'm on it (x2) Baby you know I love to count it, count it You know I love to count it, count it I'll be damned if I need an accountant You know I love to count it, count it [Verse 1: Momo] Love the way money feel up in my hands You need the work, I can get you them grams I need the bands inside of rubber bands I need the bands inside of rubber bands, eh I don't give a f** what you think Smoke me a blunt, I do not give a damn I do not, I do not f** with the bank, eh I do not trust Uncle Sam Booling in my muthaf**ing bity Flicking middle fingers to the f**ing Five O I can smell the muthaf**ing money Muthaf**er I can see it with my eyes closed Even with a blindfold See a OP and then we slide hoe Counting commas and it's mine hoe I need my money on time hoe Loyalty's my gold standard I'm a cold ba*tard, when that pole blast ya No trap god, we dope pa**ers Don't act hard, they gone catch ya We did a lot for the 28 grams, grams, grams, grams Love the way money feel up in my hands, hands, hands, hands [Hook: Momo] Baby you know I love to count it, count it I'll be damned if I need an accountant If you talking guala then I'm on it (x2) Baby you know I love to count it, count it You know I love to count it, count it I'll be damned if I need an accountant You know I love to count it, count it [Verse 2: Balanco] I'll be damned if I need an accountant She s**ing dick while I count it Got the work and I'm flooding the projects Bands coming in is astounding Plug from the n***a the kilos Bricks like a n***a, Shaq free throw Two to a four, four to a nine Now I'm moving these b**hes like Nino Remember them days when a n***a had so little All of the struggle made this n***a so realer Time in the box I spent hanging with real k**ers Don't talk to cops to your neighborhood dope dealer Love the way money feel up in my hands, hands, hands, hands Love the sound of the fork scraping the pans, pans, pans, pans Who the f** this s**er a** n***a Trying to run on the kid like he on sh**? Bet the p**y n***a get to twitching Soon as me and Barley empty out a full clip Leave him stinking like horse sh** Got a new b**h, she on hoe sh** She s** the team off You know what we on After the bricks, man we all need a rebound Young n***a living and dying for commas Pray for the weak, not for us we some shottas Pray for the work crossing borders we watching One it come through, bag the money back pop it We did a lot for the thousand eight grams, grams, grams, grams Money machine take the spot of our hands, hands, hands, hands [Hook: Momo] Baby you know I love to count it, count it I'll be damned if I need an accountant If you talking guala then I'm on it (x2) Baby you know I love to count it, count it You know I love to count it, count it I'll be damned if I need an accountant You know I love to count it, count it ZOOTBOYS