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doughboyz cashout - money counter musik lyrics

[verse 1: payroll giovanni]
i’m a boss f-ck the cost if i want it its bought
if i want your hoe she took suck it up its a loss
get outta line n-gg-s getting outlined in chalk
if you owe you either gettin gunned down or stalked
see my crew don’t talk we just show boys
step in the club n-gg-s like aw sh-t thats the doughboys
you d-mn right you see the watch in the piece
car cost four of yours but its only two seats
on these d streets you gotta get it how you live
cars whooping up bags in and out the crib
f-ck with real n-gg-s i can trust with my life
i ain’t gotta count the money cause i know the cash right
forty five hundred times ten its gonna take a while
so sit down, lets get to it, here baby take a pile
baby if you got good heels and wanna make a thou’
hit me up take this lil package outta’ town

[hook]
this that money counter music, weight baggin’ up
drug money addin’ up, get money stack it up
this that money counter music, weight baggin’ up
drug money addin’ up, get money stack it up
this that money counter music, weight baggin’ up
drug money addin’ up, get money stack it up
this that money counter music, weight baggin’ up
drug money addin’ up, get money stack it up
[verse 2]
n-gg- i was sellin’ blow back when n-gg-s sn-tched cardis
so you f-ckin’ with me n-gg-, hardly
had a cali plug when everybody threw parties
backin’ out double visions of a mansion and a ‘rari
traffic on the block tell neighbors that we sorry
need my money on time cause bills never come tardy
i don’t want to hear no sob story or excuses
you a grown man what the f-ck i look stupid
breakin’ down bales i used to bust down zips
down the street from the trap i’m sunk down in a six
forty on my lap, its no good on my hip
n-gg-s travel in packs so we got extended clips
they like d-mn this, he got it like that
well do he still hustle or he good off the rap
i saw him at the jewelry store whipping out stacks
next time i see em i’m gonna ask em’ wheres the loud at

[verse 3]
i’m tired of this fake sh-t, tired of this fake sh-t
n-gg-s got jobs but on the songs talking weight sh-t
i’m chilling off of weight flips, been at the crib all week
cause my back spread out in the street
i’ll front you if i know where you live and can’t afford it
here take these and call me in the morning
they say crack is wack, but it pay granny mortgage
it was either that or walk around on some poor sh-t
oxycontin pill count move we in the burbs
you barely sell a feather but you claim you move birds
did the breitling on ice his and hers
so talkin cash sh-t to me you got nerv
you posted on the block all day but you ain’t makin’ sh-t
i would help you out but i heard you on that hatin’ siht
how you got santa pockets but you coppin’ bacon bits
tell my plug send em asap i got a waitin’ list

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