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Featuring Dru Down ,T lew , Rahmean , Kuzzo Fly , Lee Majors (Hook) Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Mob campaign, it's a mob campaign Smoking champalle in a champagne race Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing Leave with all the bitches, regime game (Verse 1) Regime game when you see the mob salute Looking for some snow or a rice eater hella cute I'm about counting money hoe it's not a game Got a bottle of a spade now I just need the rain So you know what that mean you gotta do your thing Walk it out, play a pimp, bitch ain't nothing changed Dragon on my arm, dragon on my chain This is not a ledge, we a fucking game (Verse 2) I'm a regime mob man , hotter than a lot of men Bust shots make your rit socks make the runner man You want it come and get it man ,bitches love the fucking swag Letras de cancionesAin't gotta kid with 'em but they still call me dad Stick 'em poe 'em make 'em gag Niggers hate the fucking feds 'Cause I pop alot of bottles , pop a nigga like a tank You got a dragon on you, and I don't even know you As this regime life, got you with a dragon stamp (Hook) Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Mob campaign, it's a mob campaign Smoking champalle in a champagne race Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing Leave with all the bitches, regime game (Verse 3) Rock a twin pack, two school white girl Blind bomb shell ,orange county tech a girl Sipping rosay fresh out of for their nose You got that ass shot fierce for them hoes In europeon then in white boy clothes Ice blocks on fingers, ye bitch froze In the club smoking loud, yelling at hoes Taking mile shot spin and drag on the floor (Verse 4) Club down from here to down south I'ma party knock me a bitch and get rich But now your girl is on my zipper Bringing all her friends not knowing that I'ma pimp her I'ma give it to you so what you gonna do Damn I'm ready then my brain I'ma fool with it I'm popping bottles with the fellas like the models The models keep coming give 'em something, fuck that! (Hook) Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Mob campaign, it's a mob campaign Smoking champalle in a champagne race Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing Leave with all the bitches, regime game (Verse 5) Regime mind, peace ain't low Counting big dough sipping on that act 4 Talking to a hoe metro bare and low Play shit to the moon I got that kush flow Easy money maker, trap poddy caker See I'm moving fast, quarter back and I'ma raid her Popping bottles all day it ain't rozay High techs with the seal pushing my stake (Verse 6) Look we're a dangerous crew, we're fucking with banks Fucking with tank, you scared go to church like Mase We got your rock on the rocks, or the ace by the case And these bitches popping pills, I want one like Drake Hold up, it's the game, champagne rain With the dragon head rest, checking dough from your main Clear Louie Franks call it day to day Dragon tats, dragon chain, it's the mob campaign (Hook) Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Counting money , pimping bitches , sipping champagne We do our damn thing, regime game Mob campaign, it's a mob campaign Smoking champalle in a champagne race Everytime we hit the club we do the damn thing Leave with all the bitches, regime game From Letras Mania