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We Don't Count Money

Lil Reese

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[Hook:Hell Rell] I said I'm always rocking the latest Cock it back and spray it Extort shit and you better pay it We don't count money we weight it, boy We don't count money we weight it Cock it back and spray it Your bitch said I'm the greatest Put a hundred grand on this scale A hundred grand for my belt Put a hundred grand on his head Bet a hundred grand he gon' tell, boy We don't count money we weight it Cock it back and spray it Don't move it, unless I OK [Verse 1:Lil Reese] Three hundred deep we ain't playing We can't count this shit, too many bands Don't ship and move it till' we see it You can't owe me shit, you better pay it I'm getting fucked up for that bread We don't take shit, we ain't playing Extorting niggas, they gotta pay it Money coming in, I gotta weigh it Get out of line, shit we spraying That get you going for them bands And it's just us Fuck what they saying Can't fuck me, without fucking my mans So bitch what's your plan You gon' fuck, or keep playing I'm getting kicked out, that's the plan When we coming through, we ain't playing Shots fired, it ain't my mans I ain't seen shit, what you saying Pull up in a benz Fuck her and her friends [Hook] [Verse 2:Hell Rell] I got bands all in my hair Bands all in my pocket That boy get out of line Shit we might launch that rocket My lawyer beat the case up like domestic violence, women Threw him one hundred racks, plus paid for He's good on college tuition Fuck with me, you might end up missing I got it low for them pigeons I got, three ice crosses on my neck, but I'm no Christian I came through topless Damn Rell, where your roof is Fucked her all at my old house I'm gonna kick her out of my new crib Don't keep bricks where I stay No nigga, I'm not stupid I don't love that bitch I was never shot by cupid They talking rows, I ain't been rocking them Talking cars like I ain't been copping them Been crashing them Benjamin's is my best friend I been stacking them Killers on a payroll That bitch is on the speed dial The D.A. was mad Should of seen her face, when I beat trial I need a new benz I need a new Glock We got the city fucked up Plus my dick is her new drug [Hook]
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