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cing - stop counting lyrics

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can’t take it to the grave wit you

only here to play with you

b+tches only want it when you spend it on a date for em

spend it on a grey foreign

they ain’t gonna pay for it

throw it in the air watch em shake make em beg for it

you don’t really wanna see what happens when the money gone

b+tches got no time for the homie with no rollie on

yeah she call me daddy , don like i’m corleone

cing has come back with the tracks

i’m about to blow another stack

i’m about to hit it from the back
b+tch she call mе fred cuz i f+ck her with an ascot

p+ssy is the mascot

takе her to the back lot

shotty boutta tap out

i ain’t tryna cash out

f+ck her from the back like i’m tryna blow her back out

money get the best of me

i ain’t got the recipe

pretty white tee

booty on fleek

shawty lookin good right next to me

time is of the essence
come and bring the presents

i just really f+ck with her presence

my honey look good in some dresses

that i bought for her

take her to the top floor

let her know i’m all yours

got her down on all fours

with force

star wars

dark like a sith lord

i just wrote a script shore

i mean scripture
b+tches out the picture

i’m with her

til the end of time

i ain’t outta line

moneys doin fine

i ain’t gotta lie

b+tches step aside

i said i’m fine

i ain’t countin cash til i’m in a pine box

with no time clocks

and no black glocks

and no crack heads swingin
over crack rocks

while they packin socks in they crocs

for real

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