Count my money, party with bitches

Hundreds and fitties, big ass titties

Count the green, get in between those titties





I lay mine down at the do', huh





Me and my niggaz, we got rules with these bitches

(don't let em know your hand, putting em all in your bidness)

They ain't that special ass, but provide twenty bitches

(and keep your mind, on your motherfucking riches)





These broads be bopping club hopping, trying to see what they could get

I know before a trick, trying to come up I fit

Business and pleasure don't mix, with Mr. 3-2

I'ma smash and pass the ass, to my partnas when I'm through

Who's fucking who, behind closed do's

Real playas get chose, and keep they mind on papo'

24/7 around the clock, it don't stop

I bust a nut and burn out, conversation is all I got

These bitches plot and scheme, running con game

On any motherfucker, that they seeing having change

The fortune and fame, is far from the love potent

Better play it like it go, cause these girls is cut throat





What I don't need to hear, is a bitch that just gave up

Her face and rear, in my motherfucking ear

Last year was last year, hoe it ain't the same

Your pass main thang, to fuck off your brain

I'm ahead of the game, that these tricks be playing

Crushing ass in a van, I feel shit you saying

Like this dumb bitch, that use to talk a bunch of shit

Trying to come up, but all she got to do is lunch with it

Planted my fists, laws with these fucking drawas and jaws

Conversate her fun without, no stars and flaws

Clay-Docious game ferocious, coat dropper

Don't care if you a show stopper, I got nothing for no bopper









Fat Rat Wit Da Cheese, boy I rip up blocks

When I make my glock, hiccup shots

Niggaz be picking up they jaws, when a nigga come pick up they cot

Take they main bitch, and split her twat

Hit her spot like ten men, that's why she dent in

And called her girlfriends, and had to mention

That that Lil' O nigga, he don't play no games

Like these other fraud cats, I won't say no names

Say cocaine, and watch boys say Lil' O

Got whatever hustlers need, from a brick to a O

I do my bidness old school, man you get it and go

Jackers get wet, from they head to they toe I said it befo'





Everytime you hit the pussy, bitches acting like you warm

Put nothing past them nigga, trust em far as you can throw em

I show em what I mob off, in a Escallade on 20 inches

If it ain't my main thang, pass em off to my niggaz

See I supply figgas, so game reco' game

On my toes like ballerinos, when dealing with dames

See you's a fool, if your main hoe chucking the puddy

And every nigga in the hood, distributing cookies

And y'all rookies got these hookies, so far in your mix

On how you break down bricks, and double up on thirty six

Better act like you know, cause niggaz'll slide hoes up under ya

Trade they ass for ya cash, and leave your dumb ass pondering