Smoking Weed Countin Money (ft. Jae Millz & Flow) by Birdman
(Intro)
You see? It's four necessities in life
Fuckin the baddest bitches you only see on TV
Sippin on that GT in the VIP
Smoking the best weed from out of the country
And countin this money
Preferably by the hundreds
(Verse)
Red chunk 10's, red laces with my red sock
Red bandana round my gun with the red back
Anna only smoke swisha sweets out the red boxes
Bangin like a riffle, I'm bloody like a headshot
Smoking on blunts wit the number one stunna
And he don't even roll em, he just gut em then he stuff em
Since I'm with Young Money all these hoes wanna fuck me
But I'mma dope and they tryna have puppies
Yall better bool out before we stomp yall niggas
I'm from the east but I front just some uptown niggas
Yea bitch, you better learn how to thank
'Fore I put this skateboard up and go and get that thang
(Hook)
I need to call up the herb man
So I can smoke a whole pound with The Birdman
Yea, yea you know I'm smoking scummy
And I'm bloody, if you aks me what I'm doin I'mma say I'm countin money
I like smoking weed and countin money
(We ain't doin nothing but get money over here)
I like
It's Millz
Smokin weed and countin money
(Verse)
Boy you moving too fast, don't make me park ya
Still runnin with that 9 on me like Tony Parker
Bout that green like a Celtic fan, no doubt harder
I see mo green like I'm watchin The Godfather
Blue dreamin on swisha like where you up again
The dollars, the euros, the pounds of the yay
On the jet with Bridman, we gon smoke about 20
When we land I'm getting off that bitch, blowin smoke in the wind
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