Yeah,yeah
Yeah, yeah
I just talked to your hoe, I just hit her
I got diamonds, but you know my realer
I just texted your hoe on her finsta
I promise she won't know I got her
I wake up, count money, no problem
Take your hoe back, go no time for drama
Never stress, I'm still counting commas
Never rest, gotta leave the bottom
You know that I never rest
I can't stop until I make a check
Thanking God, cause you know I'm blessed
Send a pack, I can't miss a dollar
I say counting up these commas, I'm tryna f*ck on this broad
She tryna f*ck on a star
She know that I am a star
I'm a star, I stay at the top
Always wake up at eight at the dot
Gotta count up, this shit never stop
I got no time for a bop
F*ck a bop, I won't buy her bags
I'm in SoHo, I'm popping these tags
It's the reason that these niggas mad, It's the reason they mad
Probably f*cking his hoe
I need some cough Syrup, damn, I'm pulling a four
I just left Paris, going to Japan, where you wanna go
And I'm buying everything from the damn store, Like from the damn store
I be counting these racks with my bro
This bitch bad, that bitch is on go
That bitch bad, but she is a hoe
And I'm counting these blues, counting cho's
And they rocking out on my show
In the pound, I chill with my dawgs
On the top floor, you know I'm the boss
Want this life, but don't what it cost
Know that it cost a lot
Got some chicken I'm counting up guap
Young and rich, you know I'm a pop it
Check your phone, I'm the trending topic
Once I see some Balenci, I cop it
Need a vacation out to the tropics
When you young and rich, you gotta pop it
When you young and rich, you gotta get it
Being broke, it taught me a lesson
Go get paid if that means go finessing
Look at my chain , I got VV my necklace
Cause I'm me, they give me a check
Pray to God, he the reason I'm blessed
She so bad, that bitch got some breasts
Made of mill' today imma flex
I just talked to your hoe, I just hit her
I got diamonds, but you know my realer
I just texted your hoe on her finsta
I promise she won't know I got her
I wake up, count money, no problem
Take your hoe back, go no time for drama
Never stress, I'm still counting commas
Never rest, gotta leave the bottom
Jahślin - 2009 Lyrics
Jahślin - 2009 Lyrics
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Yeah,yeah
Yeah, yeah
I just talked to your hoe, I just hit her
I got diamonds, but you know my realer
I just texted your hoe on her finsta
I promise she won't know I got her
I wake up, count money, no problem
Take your hoe back, go no time for drama
Never stress, I'm still counting commas
Never rest, gotta leave the bottom
You know that I never rest
I can't stop until I make a check
Thanking God, cause you know I'm blessed
Send a pack, I can't miss a dollar
I say counting up these commas, I'm tryna f*ck on this broad
She tryna f*ck on a star
She know that I am a star
I'm a star, I stay at the top
Always wake up at eight at the dot
Gotta count up, this shit never stop
I got no time for a bop
F*ck a bop, I won't buy her bags
I'm in SoHo, I'm popping these tags
It's the reason that these niggas mad, It's the reason they mad
Probably f*cking his hoe
I need some cough Syrup, damn, I'm pulling a four
I just left Paris, going to Japan, where you wanna go
And I'm buying everything from the damn store, Like from the damn store
I be counting these racks with my bro
This bitch bad, that bitch is on go
That bitch bad, but she is a hoe
And I'm counting these blues, counting cho's
And they rocking out on my show
In the pound, I chill with my dawgs
On the top floor, you know I'm the boss
Want this life, but don't what it cost
Know that it cost a lot
Got some chicken I'm counting up guap
Young and rich, you know I'm a pop it
Check your phone, I'm the trending topic
Once I see some Balenci, I cop it
Need a vacation out to the tropics
When you young and rich, you gotta pop it
When you young and rich, you gotta get it
Being broke, it taught me a lesson
Go get paid if that means go finessing
Look at my chain , I got VV my necklace
Cause I'm me, they give me a check
Pray to God, he the reason I'm blessed
She so bad, that bitch got some breasts
Made of mill' today imma flex
I just talked to your hoe, I just hit her
I got diamonds, but you know my realer
I just texted your hoe on her finsta
I promise she won't know I got her
I wake up, count money, no problem
Take your hoe back, go no time for drama
Never stress, I'm still counting commas
Never rest, gotta leave the bottom
Yeah, yeah
I just talked to your hoe, I just hit her
I got diamonds, but you know my realer
I just texted your hoe on her finsta
I promise she won't know I got her
I wake up, count money, no problem
Take your hoe back, go no time for drama
Never stress, I'm still counting commas
Never rest, gotta leave the bottom
You know that I never rest
I can't stop until I make a check
Thanking God, cause you know I'm blessed
Send a pack, I can't miss a dollar
I say counting up these commas, I'm tryna f*ck on this broad
She tryna f*ck on a star
She know that I am a star
I'm a star, I stay at the top
Always wake up at eight at the dot
Gotta count up, this shit never stop
I got no time for a bop
F*ck a bop, I won't buy her bags
I'm in SoHo, I'm popping these tags
It's the reason that these niggas mad, It's the reason they mad
Probably f*cking his hoe
I need some cough Syrup, damn, I'm pulling a four
I just left Paris, going to Japan, where you wanna go
And I'm buying everything from the damn store, Like from the damn store
I be counting these racks with my bro
This bitch bad, that bitch is on go
That bitch bad, but she is a hoe
And I'm counting these blues, counting cho's
And they rocking out on my show
In the pound, I chill with my dawgs
On the top floor, you know I'm the boss
Want this life, but don't what it cost
Know that it cost a lot
Got some chicken I'm counting up guap
Young and rich, you know I'm a pop it
Check your phone, I'm the trending topic
Once I see some Balenci, I cop it
Need a vacation out to the tropics
When you young and rich, you gotta pop it
When you young and rich, you gotta get it
Being broke, it taught me a lesson
Go get paid if that means go finessing
Look at my chain , I got VV my necklace
Cause I'm me, they give me a check
Pray to God, he the reason I'm blessed
She so bad, that bitch got some breasts
Made of mill' today imma flex
I just talked to your hoe, I just hit her
I got diamonds, but you know my realer
I just texted your hoe on her finsta
I promise she won't know I got her
I wake up, count money, no problem
Take your hoe back, go no time for drama
Never stress, I'm still counting commas
Never rest, gotta leave the bottom
Writer: jahslin jahslin
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