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Correct Count Up My Money Lyrics
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Hoodrich Pablo Juan
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Correct Count Up My Money
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[Intro] DJ Durel Started with nothing, I had to go get it I ain't have no help, nah Pablo Juan Yeah [Chorus] Started with nothing, we had to go get it I came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches Niggas hatin', they ain't stoppin' shit Gotta stay 'way from the counterfeit I count up my money, then fuck on a bitch Spend five thousand on one outfit And we get that free bread like the Outback I'm the plug, I don't shop at the outlet Chasin' that money, ain't worried 'bout nothin' else Had to get it, I did it my damn self And that bitch ain't get right so she got left Kickin' shit like karate, a black belt I'ma spend this shit 'til ain't no cash left I'm in her once a year like a pap smear And we leanin', you know we don't drink beer I pull up with three hoes and a reindeer [Verse] I like foreign shit, I got a foreign bitch Jump in that foreign whip, her ass got a perfect grip I blow the bag when I got Saks Fifth Pussy too wet, I just might slip When I get dressed, somebody get killed I just be medicating on strips Go to Vegas just to shop on the strip Drinkin' out the bottle, fuckin' with models She got good head, we call her a scholar Turtleneck and my shoes is Prada My neck and her pussy got somethin' in common Bustdown Rollie, she gon' bust down this wallet Got you lookin' for your ho like Where's Waldo? She was fine, I can't lie, I raw dogged her Hoodrich got money, plugs, and revolvers Fuck her, then I might not even call her I was just chasin' that money, I'm sorry When I was young, I wanted to be a baller I could tell she a freak when I saw her My circle small but my money gettin' taller Ooh, ballin' too hard, I just crossed her Drinkin' that lean, need the Wockhardt I got this water, I'm drippin', sloshing [Chorus] Started with nothing, we had to go get it I came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches Niggas hatin', they ain't stoppin' shit Gotta stay 'way from the counterfeit I count up my money, then fuck on a bitch Spend five thousand on one outfit And we get that free bread like the Outback I'm the plug, I don't shop at the outlet Chasin' that money, ain't worried 'bout nothin' else Had to get it, I did it my damn self And that bitch ain't get right so she got left Kickin' shit like karate, a black belt I'ma spend this shit 'til ain't no cash left I'm in her once a year like a pap smear And we leanin', you know we don't drink beer I pull up with three hoes and a reindeer
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