Hoodrich Pablo Juan Count Up My Money Lyrics
Count Up My Money by Hoodrich Pablo Juan
[Intro]
DJ Durel
Started with nothing, I had to go get it
I ain't have no help, nah
Pablo Juan
Yeah
[Chorus]
Started with nothing, we had to go get it
I came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches
Niggas hatin', they ain't stoppin' shit
Gotta stay 'way from the counterfeit
I count up my money, then fuck on a bitch
Spend five thousand on one outfit
And we get that free bread like the Outback
I'm the plug, I don't shop at the outlet
Chasin' that money, ain't worried 'bout nothin' else
Had to get it, I did it my damn self
And that bitch ain't get right so she got left
Kickin' shit like karate, a black belt
I'ma spend this shit 'til ain't no cash left
I'm in her once a year like a pap smear
And we leanin', you know we don't drink beer
I pull up with three hoes and a reindeer
[Verse]
I like foreign shit, I got a foreign bitch
Jump in that foreign whip, her ass got a perfect grip
I blow the bag when I got Saks Fifth
Pussy too wet, I just might slip
When I get dressed, somebody get killed
I just be medicating on strips
Go to Vegas just to shop on the strip
Drinkin' out the bottle, fuckin' with models
She got good head, we call her a scholar
Turtleneck and my shoes is Prada
My neck and her pussy got somethin' in common
Bustdown Rollie, she gon' bust down this wallet
Got you lookin' for your ho like Where's Waldo?
She was fine, I can't lie, I raw dogged her
Hoodrich got money, plugs, and revolvers
Fuck her, then I might not even call her
I was just chasin' that money, I'm sorry
When I was young, I wanted to be a baller
I could tell she a freak when I saw her
My circle small but my money gettin' taller
Ooh, ballin' too hard, I just crossed her
Drinkin' that lean, need the Wockhardt
I got this water, I'm drippin', sloshing
[Chorus]
Started with nothing, we had to go get it
I came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches
Niggas hatin', they ain't stoppin' shit
Gotta stay 'way from the counterfeit
I count up my money, then fuck on a bitch
Spend five thousand on one outfit
And we get that free bread like the Outback
I'm the plug, I don't shop at the outlet
Chasin' that money, ain't worried 'bout nothin' else
Had to get it, I did it my damn self
And that bitch ain't get right so she got left
Kickin' shit like karate, a black belt
I'ma spend this shit 'til ain't no cash left
I'm in her once a year like a pap smear
And we leanin', you know we don't drink beer
I pull up with three hoes and a reindeer
DJ Durel
Started with nothing, I had to go get it
I ain't have no help, nah
Pablo Juan
Yeah
[Chorus]
Started with nothing, we had to go get it
I came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches
Niggas hatin', they ain't stoppin' shit
Gotta stay 'way from the counterfeit
I count up my money, then fuck on a bitch
Spend five thousand on one outfit
And we get that free bread like the Outback
I'm the plug, I don't shop at the outlet
Chasin' that money, ain't worried 'bout nothin' else
Had to get it, I did it my damn self
And that bitch ain't get right so she got left
Kickin' shit like karate, a black belt
I'ma spend this shit 'til ain't no cash left
I'm in her once a year like a pap smear
And we leanin', you know we don't drink beer
I pull up with three hoes and a reindeer
[Verse]
I like foreign shit, I got a foreign bitch
Jump in that foreign whip, her ass got a perfect grip
I blow the bag when I got Saks Fifth
Pussy too wet, I just might slip
When I get dressed, somebody get killed
I just be medicating on strips
Go to Vegas just to shop on the strip
Drinkin' out the bottle, fuckin' with models
She got good head, we call her a scholar
Turtleneck and my shoes is Prada
My neck and her pussy got somethin' in common
Bustdown Rollie, she gon' bust down this wallet
Got you lookin' for your ho like Where's Waldo?
She was fine, I can't lie, I raw dogged her
Hoodrich got money, plugs, and revolvers
Fuck her, then I might not even call her
I was just chasin' that money, I'm sorry
When I was young, I wanted to be a baller
I could tell she a freak when I saw her
My circle small but my money gettin' taller
Ooh, ballin' too hard, I just crossed her
Drinkin' that lean, need the Wockhardt
I got this water, I'm drippin', sloshing
[Chorus]
Started with nothing, we had to go get it
I came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches
Niggas hatin', they ain't stoppin' shit
Gotta stay 'way from the counterfeit
I count up my money, then fuck on a bitch
Spend five thousand on one outfit
And we get that free bread like the Outback
I'm the plug, I don't shop at the outlet
Chasin' that money, ain't worried 'bout nothin' else
Had to get it, I did it my damn self
And that bitch ain't get right so she got left
Kickin' shit like karate, a black belt
I'ma spend this shit 'til ain't no cash left
I'm in her once a year like a pap smear
And we leanin', you know we don't drink beer
I pull up with three hoes and a reindeer