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Correct 420 Lyrics
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God! [Hook] 420, smoke out the pound Bitches and money, bitches and drugs, enough to go round Bitches and drugs! Bitches and money and money and choppas and choppa rounds Bitches and drugs! Bitches and dope raw jeans they should've cropped the town I'm living to count up the money I'm living to count up the money I'm thumbing and thumbing the hunnids (racks!) I start count' the muhfuckin' money (racks!) I love count' the muhfuckin' money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money I start count' the muhfuckin' money I slow count the muhfuckin' money [Verse 1] Fast count it by the nigga, don't know how to fast count it If your thumb hurting, that's how you know you was counting Where I'm from? Bitch I'm from ounces I'm gon' knee us a dish Jump out the porch with the work now we jump out the coupe cos the roof got no ceiling! 4 door wheel with the backdoor tinted window truck gotta hit ya hoe Fuck you, hoe Nigga, fuck you Nigga fuck the judge, nigga Free lil 'scoe Bankrolls got some jeans on 'em Maison got a lil lean on 'em And the pocket rocket got a beam on it And the Audemar got a screen on it! [Hook] 420, smoke out the pound Bitches and money, bitches and drugs, enough to go round Bitches and drugs! Bitches and money and money and choppas and choppa rounds Bitches and drugs! Bitches and dope raw jeans they should've cropped the town I'm living to count up the money I'm living to count up the money I'm thumbing and thumbing the hunnids (racks!) I start count' the muhfuckin' money (racks!) I love count' the muhfuckin' money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money I start count' the muhfuckin' money I slow count the muhfuckin' money [Verse 2] Tote the champagne Pour up Bailey (pour it up, pour it up!) Pour out the lean They tell me I should've dropped I'm fucking a percocet fiend She grown, let her pussy be clean I'm riding with the stick on me And I gotta hunnid in a magazine Got some pounds of the bumbaclat weed And nothing! Nothing! Brought the scales on the low Got some bail on the low Got some head from ya hoe (got some head from ya hoe?) Nigga bitch in the ass, kick a nigga in the ass with a Margelia toe In Cali I OG I blunt it I really just fucked up some money [Hook] 420, smoke out the pound Bitches and money, bitches and drugs, enough to go round Bitches and drugs! Bitches and money and money and choppas and choppa rounds Bitches and drugs! Bitches and dope raw jeans they should've cropped the town I'm living to count up the money I'm living to count up the money I'm thumbing and thumbing the hunnids (racks!) I start count' the muhfuckin' money (racks!) I love count' the muhfuckin' money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money (bankrolls!) I'm living to count up the money I start count' the muhfuckin' money I slow count the muhfuckin' money [Outro] Tote the champagne Pour up Bailey Pour out the lean They tell me I should've dropped I'm fucking a percocet fiend She grown, let her pussy be clean I'm riding with the stick on me And I gotta hunnid in a magazine Hol' up, hol' up, God!
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