"Keep On" lyrics

That nigga wanted the honey
All we wants is the money

[OJ Da Juiceman:]
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money
Catch me in your trap and I'm still gettin' that money
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money
Catch me in the club throwing nothing but them hundreds

[Juicy J:]
Yeah
Another check, another dollar, I'ma keep on counting
See you hating in the comments, I'ma keep on counting
Waiting on me to fall off, tell 'em "Keep on counting"
Juicy J a real G.O.A.T, I'm on Rushmore Mountain
My little Miss fly as hell and she my co-pilot
When she's drunk she like to give head while I'm driving
Money trees, rake it up, I got money piling
Everyday I got it on, I don't need no stylist

Uh-huh
There's so much shit going on, mane, I just mind my business
I just bought another Coop, I'm just counting this chicken
They think I had a photoshoot but I'm just putting it on
I gotta feel like a million dollars whenever I'm making a song
My wife and my money got something in common 'cause I just keep 'em coming
Stop being sad, just get to a bag but you gotta come up with something
He tell me he ready, he wanna get money but, shit, I still don't trust 'em
And they wonder why they getting too high, all that ketamine and huffing
He gets too cocky beating his chest, he ain't even see it coming
She with a new nigga, she living her life, you can get the kid for nothing
This shit be having me thinking that nobody care 'bout the kids for real
They don't want these little niggas to grow up and do this shit big for real

Another check, another dollar, I'ma keep on counting
See you hating in the comments, I'ma keep on counting
Waiting on me to fall off, tell 'em "Keep on counting"
Juicy J a real G.O.A.T, I'm on Rushmore Mountain
My little Miss fly as hell and she my co-pilot
When she's drunk she like to give head while I'm driving
Money trees, rake it up, I got money piling
Everyday I got it on, I don't need no stylist

I don't need nobody putting this shit on me, I got it
So much shit, I see your Instagram be out of pocket
I see hella niggas beefing with their baby mommas
I'ma just keep on counting, I need one, two, three more commas
I can make two-three hundred thousand in like two-three hours
Niggas too motherfuckin' arrogant, can't even give a little nigga his flowers
Little bro way too cocky, I couldn't even give a little nigga his props
Could've been hitting his momma but I ain't gon' do it, shout out to his pops
Bitches are taking my bag to go get an ass and go get 'em some shots
Niggas ain't hit that little pussy and be ready to crash out over a thot
Try to spend time with my kids and get to the money, this shit is a lot
But I'ma keep on counting, dog, I'm giving it all I got

Another check, another dollar, I'ma keep on counting
See you hating in the comments, I'ma keep on counting
Waiting on me to fall off, tell 'em "Keep on counting"
Juicy J a real G.O.A.T, I'm on Rushmore Mountain
My little Miss fly as hell and she my co-pilot
When she's drunk she like to give head while I'm driving
Money trees, rake it up, I got money piling
Everyday I got it on, I don't need no stylist

[OJ Da Juiceman:]
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money
Catch me in your trap and I'm still gettin' that money
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money
Catch me in the club throwing nothing but them hundreds
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money
Catch me in your trap and I'm still gettin' that money
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money
Catch me in the club throwing nothing but them hundreds