Young Chop - We Don't Count Money lyrics

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Young Chop - We Don't Count Money lyrics

[Hook:Hell Rell] I said I'm always rocking the latest co*k it back and spray it Extort sh** and you better pay it We don't count money we weight it, boy We don't count money we weight it co*k it back and spray it Your b**h said I'm the greatest Put a hundred grand on this scale A hundred grand for my belt Put a hundred grand on his head Bet a hundred grand he gon' tell, boy We don't count money we weight it co*k it back and spray it Don't move it, unless I OK [Verse 1:Lil Reese] Three hundred deep we ain't playing We can't count this sh**, too many bands Don't ship and move it till' we see it You can't owe me sh**, you better pay it I'm getting f**ed up for that bread We don't take sh**, we ain't playing Extorting n***as, they gotta pay it Money coming in, I gotta weigh it Get out of line, sh** we spraying That get you going for them bands And it's just us f** what they saying Can't f** me, without f**ing my mans So b**h what's your plan You gon' f**, or keep playing I'm getting kicked out, that's the plan When we coming through, we ain't playing Shots fired, it ain't my mans I ain't seen sh**, what you saying Pull up in a benz f** her and her friends [Hook] [Verse 2:Hell Rell] I got bands all in my hair Bands all in my pocket That boy get out of line sh** we might launch that rocket My lawyer beat the case up like domestic violence, women Threw him one hundred racks, plus paid for He's good on college tuition f** with me, you might end up missing I got it low for them pigeons I got, three ice crosses on my neck, but I'm no Christian I came through topless Damn Rell, where your roof is f**ed her all at my old house I'm gonna kick her out of my new crib Don't keep bricks where I stay No n***a, I'm not stupid I don't love that b**h I was never shot by cupid They talking rows, I ain't been rocking them Talking cars like I ain't been copping them Been crashing them Benjamin's is my best friend I been stacking them k**ers on a payroll That b**h is on the speed dial The D.A. was mad Should of seen her face, when I beat trial I need a new benz I need a new Glock We got the city f**ed up Plus my dick is her new drug [Hook]