Counting Money

Yea I stay on my pole, I got me a nine like I'm Joey B I got on my vest I'm wearing some Prada and Louis V It's a warzone I'm popping my plates and a UAV Yea I'm dropping the smoke We boutta move you can't shoot at me Yea he running his mouth talking that shit Like who is he? Yea yea Yea he running his mouth like who is he? Yea, he running the play he ain't fooling me Yea, yea he talk that shit like who is he? Yea I'm standing in business yea pussy go ahead Yea count my money I dirty the sprite I'm mixing it up And yea it looking real muddy Too much cash on my name I count it from Monday to Sunday They done sent me seven shots You can say that I'm lucky Yea I'm standing on money I'm dropping a song and I made me a band Yea I fly my girl first class we in Japan Yea I send her a check shout out my girl Cause she too bad Yea I'll send her some flowers what does she want I'll get her a bag Yea count up my money You turned to a fan I remember when you didn't want me I worked for this bag, don't you ever say that I'm lucky Yea count up my money I share with gang We gunna eat Yea I remember when we'd hoop out at Lowenstein Insecure, yea I had to boost my self esteem If it wasn't for my dawgs I wouldn't even chase the dream Yea my music wasn't popping so I had to up the heat Yea my girl and my boys put that confidence in me Count up my money I put my girl in a Benz yea Yea I worked for this money Putting my pain in the pen Yea I'm loving a story You know she a 10 I give her my card I don't care how much you spend Dealing with these broke boys It's hard to understand that Sliding on my girl I don't recommend that Reaching in my waist Like you know where this end at You know where this end at Yea I feel like I'm uzi Yea I stand on my money I'm counting up this bag From Monday to Sunday Yea I'm counting up this money Yea Running up that money Yea I'm Counting up that money Yea we running up this money