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Correct Woosa / / Money Counter Lyrics
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Correct Woosa / / Money Counter
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[Part I: Woosa] Aye [Hook] Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Hit the pussy right, make that bitch say 'woosa' I can't spend the night, baby girl, I gotta do stuff Change her whole life, got that bitch doing new stuff In a two door Audi, like some Mexicans, 'cuz we cooped up [Verse] Pullin' off fast, just be careful, you might lose us If it ain't about cash, then I don't even wanna do it Nigga, my bad, I just shitted, thought I pooted Don't be late for class, I'm the teacher, you the student You can call me dad 'cuz the way that I influence I heard you're on your last, I'm a plug, I can reboot 'em But I heard you talkin' bad so I'ma fuck around and shoot him Heard these bitches want a bag, but be fuckin' round with goofies [Hook] Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Hit the pussy right, make that bitch say 'woosa' I can't spend the night, baby girl, I gotta do stuff Change her whole life, got that bitch doing new stuff In a two door Audi, like some Mexicans, 'cuz we cooped up [Part II: Money Counter] [Hook] One, two, lace up my shoes Three, four, gotta lock the back door Five, six, pick up them sticks Seven, eight, we lay 'em straight But when I talk about P's, I ain't talking 'bout pounds I was on the dark net buying profiles And if a nigga wanna beef, bring a hundred-plus rounds Niggas don't drop pins 'cuz we knockin' shit down Swear you dripping, but you drownin' Feh, feh, feh, money counter [Verse 1] Just appear, no announcements Get my money, then I'm bouncing It's always sunny when you solid Not in pockets, fuck a wallet I want the commas, I want the millions I let my white bitch count, she's Scicilian This shit a business, nothing is personal Really be shooting, nothing is virtual We can get busy, I follow demands You just a pussy, take nine of your lives Don't gamble with your life, it's not like lives Roll them dice, just might die Niggas soft, and I go hard Fucking bitches, off of fraud Free TaeDawg,'cuz that's my boy And thraxxx pack, I bring the noise I make fast cash, keep it going Beat the block like I'm on 'roids Beat the block like fuckin' Floyd Makin' money bring me joy Makin' green makes me cheese Makin' it happen makes me happy [Hook] One, two, lace up my shoes Three, four, gotta lock the back door Five, six, pick up them sticks Seven, eight, we lay 'em straight But when I talk about P's, I ain't talking 'bout pounds I was on the dark net buying profiles And if a nigga wanna beef, bring a hundred-plus rounds Niggas don't drop pins 'cuz we knockin' shit down Swear you dripping, but you drownin' Feh, feh, feh, money counter [Verse 2] These pussies poor, they acting sore Grab the stick to check the door Might take his shit, then go on tour Matte black Hellcat, let it roar The shit I cop not at the stores Talk like a cop, beam on your porch Said it's me in the streets, nigga, not at court Jewish lawyer, he's a beast, told me call him Mort On a race to the C.R.E.A.M., getting cash a sport Passin' out swag, passin' out gas See you in the streets, I'ma pass out That's how hard I laugh, aye [Hook] One, two, lace up my shoes Three, four, gotta lock the back door Five, six, pick up them sticks Seven, eight, we lay 'em straight But when I talk about P's, I ain't talking 'bout pounds I was on the dark net buying profiles And if a nigga wanna beef, bring a hundred-plus rounds Niggas don't drop pins 'cuz we knockin' shit down Swear you dripping, but you drownin' Feh, feh, feh, money counter
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