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Ain't nothing good but finger licking bands Lick off my thumb then I begin One count, two count money counting I left my money counter at home, I'm here to count it Fuck that nigga, he ain't talking money Call that nigga, he be talking about money I be on that money shit Nigga you be on that funny shit Ring ring what's on my phone, it's money Ding ding who's at my home, it's the motherfucking police, fuck Riding in that foreign right now Counting on these hundreds right now I told that fuck nigga, pipe down Fore we up these pipes, you get piped down Gloed up, think I see the light now Niggas snakes, I don't fuck with that now I'm a rich nigga right now Finna go get some money right now Ain't nothing good but finger licking bands Lick off my thumb then I begin One count, two count money counting I left my money counter at home, I'm here to count it Fuck that nigga, he ain't talking money Call that nigga, he be talking about money Letras de cancionesI be on that money shit Nigga you be on that funny shit I'm running through this money quick How could I forget not having shit Now I just be buying shit I'ma money making nigga you little son of bitch Walk in the stores, I be trying shit I try it then I buy the bitch No I don't buy a bitch She suck me up for free I can't deny the shit Smoking tooka pack Ruger on me, where your ruger at? Finger licking bands, finger licking bands in my pants I'm a walking lick, talking brick, talking shit You little son of bitch get hit with this banana clip I be popping shit, kicking shit, dropping shit Pull up on your block, straight chopping shit Pull up on my block and I'm chopping quick Swerving, here the coppers is They behind a nigga, tryna find a nigga But I'm running nigga, they can't grab a nigga From Letras Mania