I'm Gone

Counting the money I do Coming in green and then blue Pussy money weed im in my zone If it aint bout the money bitch im gone Im playing tag with the bag When you see me im chasing the cash Chain dripping pinky thats a splash Lane switching looking like dash From the incredibles I sit back and I just smoke on my sectional Rolling more green than a vegan eat vegetables Bad bitch she just play with my genitals And I be counting the cash And she blow me like a blunt Then she get dumped like my ashes Call when you know where the cash is There I go back in my zone Twice as nice I might have me clone Im the king pulled the sword from the stone Blowing money cause I cant take it when im gone Counting the money I do Coming in green and then blue Pussy money weed im in my zone If it aint bout the money bitch im gone Counting the money I do Coming in green and then blue Pussy money weed im in my zone If it aint bout the money bitch im gone Counting the money I do Coming in green and then blue You got more money than who Darkside its a jack move We swing on the scene with them black suits I bust a few shots let the Mac cool We get all the cash out the backroom And lock everyone in the bathroom Hundred yard dash with the cash Make it to the whip the dash In my lane you'll crash Choppa spray not splash Run it who run it I run it like breezy Better salute when you see me Im with the gang They cut you open for the green like you eat kiwi Im rubbing that choppa the bullets my genie Aim and then pop at ya beanie Bet you get popped like a wheelie Spraying it freely ugh Counting the money I do Coming in green and then blue Pussy money weed im in my zone If it aint bout the money bitch im gone Pussy money weed im in my zone If it aint bout the money bitch im gone Count up the money I do I just stay blessed like achoo Bandana might hit like Ryu Bandana might hit like Ryu I get bitches by the two I get cold like the flu Don't have to ask why they choose My nigga I win and you lose Oo I love the money bitch yes I do With my gang we aint fucking with you With my gang we aint fucking with you Getting money niggas didn't have a clue Smoking that skunk i got the gas feeling like Pepe le pew What's in the trunk hope I don't spaz I just might aim it at you They going see you on the news Darkside the side that I choose You cant survive with the crew If it aint bout the money I don't make moves