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I DONT EVEN NEED TO THINK ABOUT THIS SHIT
I just KNOW this shit's gonna go off
I just KNOW that shit with my mf SOUL my guy (woah woah)
I aint even TRIPPIN I ain't even THINK about what I'm sayin'
Im jus KRRRRRA
Yeah yeah.
Countin my $$$
Get out of my way
U are not all that u say
You cannot keep up the pace
Don't even think about it
U cannot mess up my fate
Think that u FAKE
Look at me
Think that I'm great
Countin' my $$$
Get out of my way
Everyday I breath
I'm BLESSED
Mess around
And count my cheques
YES YES
Y'all ain't really see me yet
Grateful I ain't bang no set
Prayin imma keep my breath
I stay workin
Get on my PURPOSE
I need a house for my mom n' em
You slow me down
We got problems
All in my space
Get out my FACE
We keep it looking ASTONISHING
Building a rocket ship
BOOM
Put the gold in my tomb
Baby love the new shoes
Put the sun in my blues
Yeah
I'm the KING
And it's true
Countin my $$$
Get out of my way
U are not all that u say
You cannot keep up the pace
Don't even think about it
U cannot mess up my faith
Think that u FAKE
Look at me
Think that I'm great
Countin' my $$$
Get out of my way
I'm in a suburban
Counting this colourful currency
You know I'm from canada eh
But if they ask do not refer to me
Broke in the game like a burglary
Got in my bag and it's burgundy
She don't want nothing but burberry
Feature with MER so the verse scary
Counting this colourful cash
Me and lil bro do the dash
Took a lil break then I came back with a cast
Now ever move got a clip attached
Play the tracks then they run it back
Cuz the couldn't get enough of that
Splitting woods like a lumberjack
Me and bro that's the caerpack
Countin my $$$
Get out of my way
U are not all that u say
You cannot keep up the pace
Don't even think about it
U cannot mess up my fate
Think that u fake
Look at me
Think that I'm great
Countin' my $$$
Get out of my way
Quit dodging every little problem
And they'll stop falling on you like the raindrops
Light footed when I'm downtown
Cause the east end be the main spot
Big raised off of motown
Off of ludacris and off of gamestop
I don't play when I come around
They get real quiet when my name drop
Imma be okay babe
I just need a blunt
If I send a pack would you roll like 2 up
Bitch I'm like peroxide
Im inside the cut
Got my own bag
Self-checkout count it up
Countin my $$$
Get out of my way
U are not all that u say
You cannot keep up the pace
Don't even think about it
U cannot mess up my faith
Think that u fake
Look at me
Think that I'm great
Countin' my $$$
Get out of my way
Countin' my $$$
Get out of my way
Countin' my $$$
Get out of my way
WRITERS
Deron Hamilton, Dillon Hamilton, Omar Badawi
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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