"Countin Money" lyrics

Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a bunch of ropes (Yo)
Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a bunch of ropes (It's Gucci)
Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a bunch of ropes (RIP Pimp C, man)
Fuck a rubber band, a nigga need a bunch of ropes
(Get that street money, street money, street money)

Count money all day, count money all day
Count money all day, count money all, money all
Count money all day, count money all day
Count money all, money all, money all day

I'm the shit, bitch, you smell me? Ain't no need to check your sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split with me, then bitch, you got a hit (yeah)
Make money on my leisure
Pop bottles with top models, with my goons in Puerto Rico
Your girlfriend, I'ma freak her (yeah)
Believe me, I'ma turn you non-believers to believers
I own the team I play for, plus I coach 'em, I'm the center
The hottest rapper that you know, Big Willie like Cujo (Gucci)
I got one thousand million ties, I sold your dice for uno
So tune into East Atlanta, uh
Please don't change the channel, ma
Roll the windows down back up
My Phantom, show my Audemars
Hangin out my part-a-ner, what you want, an autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Mardi Gras

Count money all day, count money all day
Count money all day, count money all, money all
Count money all day, count money all day
Count money all, money all, money all day