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As I look off the balcony Smokin’ this riffa Countin’ the root of all evil But the supreme, the controller of everything To all mighty dollar Flick my ashes I’m livin’ the fast life Don’t nobody want me to put my brakes on Got the money, I’m just silent, tryna make some Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it And we’re just tryna keep the paper pillin’ on You know oh oh, you know oh oh And they worry about another nigga’s pockets No, not at all Tryna double the work, quadruple my dollars Old school with my chick, she say she love the empower All the work at that scene, some of the props are them jewels Smokin’ them cookies, sippin’ champ while watchin’ the news I told ‘em I gotta shouldn’t be trippin’ at all I watch you niggas blow it, wanna just run to the mall Could tell you I ball, but you see the soup That mean I could coach you niggas so play the recruit She walk it over on the platter when it’s lunch time And got a blueprint if ever hear ‘bout one time Letras de cancionesShe know I’m motivated by a Franklin face Eatin’ bread cuz a nigga got a money taste Like diamonds reflectin’, they tellin’ I hustle Door tillin’ the frames, can’t tell ‘bout my struggle The gang’s a bitch, a lot of ups and downs Ride past what you’re chewin’ before you spill around I’m livin’ the fast life Don’t nobody want me to put my brakes on Got the money, I’m just silent, tryna make some Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it And we’re just tryna keep the paper pillin’ on You know oh oh, you know oh oh And they worry about another nigga’s pockets No, not at all As I sip on this gin and think of my homies Who don’t fuck with them pigs and you niggas baloney Lot of work in past, lot of cash and count it Shit the niggas was grown and I was allowed around it Dice game, seen money all across the floor Now I’m flyin overseas, all across the shore I mean they had everything but they lost it all No more hope draze, remember how I used to ball? You know, night after night, givin’ niggas numbers 8 Game had them lookin’ for me in the summer I was gettin’ bread, that was my profession Schoolin’ niggas up and down the court, givin’ lessons So if you ballin’, nigga do that Cuz these niggas a shoot, don’t care where the hoop at And nowadays everybody plan Nino But remember all ahead after end, let this thing go I’m livin’ the fast life Don’t nobody want me to put my brakes on Got the money, I’m just silent, tryna make some Count it up, all my niggas get into it, get into it And we’re just tryna keep the paper pillin’ on You know oh oh, you know oh oh And they worry about another nigga’s pockets No, not at all From Letras Mania