(Intro)
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You see? It¡¯s four necessities in life
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Fuckin the baddest bitches you only see on TV
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Sippin on that GT in the VIP
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Smoking the best weed from out of the country
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And countin this money
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Preferably by the hundreds
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(Verse)
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Red chunk 10¡¯s, red laces with my red sock
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Red bandana round my gun with the red back
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Anna only smoke swisha sweets out the red boxes
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Bangin like a riffle, I¡¯m bloody like a headshot
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Smoking on blunts wit the number one stunna
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And he don¡¯t even roll em, he just gut em then he stuff em
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Since I¡¯m with Young Money all these hoes wanna fuck me
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But I¡¯mma dope and they tryna have puppies
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Yall better bool out before we stomp yall niggas
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I¡¯m from the east but I front just some uptown niggas
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Yea bitch, you better learn how to thank
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¡®Fore I put this skateboard up and go and get that thang
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(Hook)
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I need to call up the herb man
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So I can smoke a whole pound with The Birdman
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Yea, yea you know I¡¯m smoking scummy
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And I¡¯m bloody, if you aks me what I¡¯m doin I¡¯mma say I¡¯m countin money
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I like smoking weed and countin money
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(We ain¡¯t doin nothing but get money over here)
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I like¡¦
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It¡¯s Millz
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Smokin weed and countin money
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(Verse)
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Boy you moving too fast, don¡¯t make me park ya
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Still runnin with that 9 on me like Tony Parker
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Bout that green like a Celtic fan, no doubt harder
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I see mo green like I¡¯m watchin The Godfather
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Blue dreamin on swisha like where you up again
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The dollars, the euros, the pounds of the yay
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On the jet with Bridman, we gon smoke about 20
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When we land I¡¯m getting off that bitch, blowin smoke in the wind
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Straight reckless but I¡¯m paid is the message
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You niggas all signed the full of hate records
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I¡¯d kill for my watch, I¡¯d die for my necklace
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And I¡¯ll rise for every motherfucker, reppin what I¡¯m reppin
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YMCMB
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(Hook)
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I need to call up the herb man
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So I can smoke a whole pound with The Birdman
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Yea, yea you know I¡¯m smoking scummy
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And I¡¯m bloody, if you aks me what I¡¯m doin I¡¯mma say I¡¯m countin money
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I like smoking weed and countin money
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I like¡¦ smokin weed and countin money
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(Verse)
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Marble floors, mansions, the big house
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20 acres, 20 cars on them big mountains
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In the condo livin life
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Top flow vibe, start 5 mics
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A million cash off of Sasha sheets
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Alligator on the concrete
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Put my swag to the ceiling ho
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Big money on the marble floors
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We cash in and cash out
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And get this money through them back routes
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Holiday is everyday
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100 million from them hallway
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(Hook)
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I need to call up the herb man
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So I can smoke a whole pound with The Birdman
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Yea, yea you know I¡¯m smoking scummy
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And I¡¯m bloody, if you aks me what I¡¯m doin I¡¯mma say I¡¯m countin money
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Countin money
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Smokin weed and countin money
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Countin money
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Smokin weed and countin money
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(Outro)
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Uptown niggas
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Shoot first, ya understand?
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Real nigga shit
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Got the lil homie with ya
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You know what it is nigga
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YMCMB up nothing
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Gorillas and goonas yea
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More money than I ever seen
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On my triple beam
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Yea
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Purple in my shit
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It¡¯s bigger than life boy
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Smokin Weed Countin Money
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Birdman |