Countin' Racks

These crisp one hundred dollar bills Got the whole room smelling fresh Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back Boy we got that gwap Don't you ever doubt Catch you talking loud Put that Nina in yo mouth We don't fucking play Bout that fucking pay We go out and get it Every fucking day Young rich niggas Stay on the grind Money, hoes, and clothes All that's on my mind I don't fucking care Who you roll with If I catch you slipping Get you both hit We be in the trap Got to hustle nigga Slanging white girl I want them Russell figures F*ck a bad bitch Then I turn her out Have her tricking on the the corner for a certain amount You see me dripping Never catch me slipping Corner keys I'm flipping Steady stacking Benjamins They say Hey Mikey How you do that shit If I tell you nigga I got to kill you bitch Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Countin' racks Countin' thousand stacks Parked the Porsche out front the seat leaning back