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Featuring French Montana Prod. by 2 Tall (Hook) I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots So I can drop 80 on a damn watch Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all” Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all” They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all (Verse 1) Put that on Jehovah, nigga, never goin’ broke Twenty Jesus pieces, crackers think I’m sellin’ dope Rollie presidential, I encourage you to vote My pistol named Molly, pop it ‘til you overdose Ain’t no time for a hater – got a date with the paper Weigh the money then bag it – cop a watch out of Jacob Treat the Porsche like a bucket, back in the day owned a Cutlass My watch is so disrespectful, haters so disappointed So what the fuck is you talkin’? Tell them pussies I’m ballin’ Got a suite at the Ritz, I’m fuckin’ somebody’s daughter Keep a Ray Allen with me, all hail to the shooter Hit the strip club, nigga – spread the rough like a rumor Letras de cancionesYou know… (Hook) I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots So I can drop 80 on a damn watch Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all” Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all” They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all (Verse 2) Blowin’ money stuntin’ screamin’ motherfuck a budget 458 Ferrari function, soon I’ll hit the button A couple engine revers, bet you have it comin’, suck it A chopper in the trunk, my cousin he don’t do discussions Count the dough ‘til I’m dead, fuck the judge and the Feds First check, nigga blew it – hundred thousand advance Fuck that play money, nigga – spit the grip on the villa Virgin Islands we livin’, eatin’ lobster and fritters Them niggas hate that I got it, most my bitches exotic Pullin’ up in the foreign, I bet that dope is provided I know you see me with my jewels on I die today, then put some diamonds on my tomb stone Fuck boy – until then… (Hook) I be countin’ money ‘til my thumbs hurt All my dogs ridin’ with that drum work In the kitchen scrapin’ up them damn pots So I can drop 80 on a damn watch Stuntin’ on these niggas, like “fuck ‘em all” Middle fingers in the air, like “fuck ‘em all” They don’t wanna see me ball - fuck ‘em all Fuck ‘em all - motherfuck ‘em all From Letras Mania