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[Hook] Count it fast, I'm the money counter Bricks piling to a Stone Mountain Old school filled up with flannel I don't drive or get a [?] Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds Break it all down to quarter-pounds They paying more on the north side Selling them bricks to Clayton County I don't need nann nigga around me Chopper gonna hold a hundred rounds Shoot like I'm from New Orleans Houston, we got a problem, man down Stomp out your nigga for laying them down Staying down Give my young nigga the OG pound Now they staying down [Verse 1] Had a young nigga surround You and your round with a thousand rounds Cut through the front and the backend I paid him the front and the backend That [?] I told him that second I'm calling the plays, I'm the captain Piping all of these niggas' napkins We know where they pack it: in the sacks and Young nigga, kung-fu, full court pressing While relaxing at the Westin That's what you get for second guessing I'm a rock star like Elvis Presley Pipe your rocket, finna pack your watches Did you see what I stepped in? Thirteen hundred for new Givenchy I'll hide up in this mansion You cannot find these on the shelf or at Phipps I'm on the cruise, I'm getting a sip Told your baby momma catch the skurt Then I might let her lick the tip Trap out the house with them bricks I'ma reward you for your wrist They wanna fuck so bad I ain't high to get a little bit [?] [Hook] Count it fast, I'm the money counter Bricks piling to a Stone Mountain Old school filled up with flannel I don't drive or get a [?] Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds Break it all down to quarter-pounds They paying more on the north side Selling them bricks to Clayton County I don't need nann nigga around me Chopper gonna hold a hundred rounds Shoot like I'm from New Orleans Houston, we got a problem, man down Stomp out your nigga for laying them down Staying down Give my young nigga the OG pound Now they staying down [Verse 2] Paper cuts in my hand Counting the cash too fast I trap and I dab, they jacking my swag Little bitch just had to ask "Where you stashing your cash?" Huh? I gave her a pat She had too much ass, damn I used to trap out with them bags Till they kicked my door with the tags Now I'm like the Wizard of Oz Follow the yellow brick road Sell a quarter-pounder just like McDonald's All will be sold I got real migos They pull up with the truckload Give you a buck with fifty keys We could call that a piano Alfredo, just save the bottle Feel like Tony Soprano Plug give me anything I could handle Put the dope in the [?] on Candler I got the white girl like I'm Deion Sanders Break the brick down, serving the panhandle [Hook] Count it fast, I'm the money counter Bricks piling to a Stone Mountain Old school filled up with flannel I don't drive or get a [?] Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds Break it all down to quarter-pounds They paying more on the north side Selling them bricks to Clayton County I don't need nann nigga around me Chopper gonna hold a hundred rounds Shoot like I'm from New Orleans Houston, we got a problem, man down Stomp out your nigga for laying them down Staying down Give my young nigga the OG pound Now they staying down [Outro] Count it fast, I'm the money counter... Old school filled up with flannel... Fifty bricks, four hundred pounds Break it all down to quarter-pounds They paying more on the north side... I don't need nann nigga around me... Shoot like I'm from New Orleans Houston, we got a problem, man down... Staying down... Now they staying down
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