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lil gray - woosa / / money counter lyrics

[part i: woosa]
aye

[hook]
ooh, ah
ooh, ah
ooh, ah
ooh, ah
hit the p-ssy right, make that b-tch say ‘woosa’
i can’t spend the night, baby girl, i gotta do stuff
change her whole life, got that b-tch 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
n-gga, my bad, i just sh-tted, thought i pooted
don’t be late for cl-ss, 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 f-ck around and shoot him
heard these b-tches want a bag, but be f-ckin’ round with goofies

[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 n-gga wanna beef, bring a hundred-plus rounds
n-ggas don’t drop pins ‘cuz we knockin’ sh-t 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, f-ck a wallet
i want the commas, i want the millions
i let my white b-tch count, she’s scicilian
this sh-t a business, nothing is personal
really be shooting, nothing is virtual
we can get busy, i follow demands
you just a p-ssy, take nine of your lives
don’t gamble with your life, it’s not like lives
roll them dice, just might die
n-ggas soft, and i go hard
f-cking b-tches, 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 f-ckin’ 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 n-gga wanna beef, bring a hundred-plus rounds
n-ggas don’t drop pins ‘cuz we knockin’ sh-t down
swear you dripping, but you drownin’
feh, feh, feh, money counter

[verse 2]
these p-ssies poor, they acting sore
grab the stick to check the door
might take his sh-t, then go on tour
matte black h-llcat, let it roar
the sh-t i cop not at the stores
talk like a cop, beam on your porch
said it’s me in the streets, n-gga, 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
p-ssin’ out swag, p-ssin’ out gas
see you in the streets, i’ma p-ss out
that’s how hard i laugh, aye

- lil gray lyrics

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