Making Money Counting Hundreds Lyrics
[Intro: Chant](16x)
What!
[Chorus]
We making money countin' hundreds (on the grind all day)
We making money countin' hundreds (nothin' matter but the pay)
We making money countin' hundreds (grippin' wood feelin' good)
We making money countin' hundreds (bout to lockdown the hood)
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
[Verse 1: Sho Nuff]
Let's go
Candy trunk, spinnin' wheels
Wit a freak and she poppin' pills
In and out your bitch forreal
When I grip that woodgrain steering wheel
I swerve (swerve) out this thang
It's some eastside niggas in the Chevy mayne
It's a dirty world, it's a dirty game
But a minute quick like Georgia raining
Moving weight and slangin' caine and
More money like Damon Wayans
Shawty like when the droptop flop on ya block
Hip hop done made me famous
Now watch me skate the corner
Blowin' on marijuana
Making the money every winter, spring or fall and summer
My pockets make ya baby
Mama come outta draws
Shawty done chose before the money she want see it all
I'm pimpin' for the cause
By the mall when I wanna ball
Ima let my chain swang
Shawty look at my pinky ring
Club owners pay for my slang
Every time I pick up a mic
Start the show and cut off the lights
Sip the bar and then take a flight
Groupies everywhere in my sight
I ain't thinkin' bout gettin' laid
Man I'm thinkin' bout gettin' paid
Stuntin' like I'm super paid
[Chorus]
We making money countin' hundreds (on the grind all day)
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We making money countin' hundreds (nothin' matter but the pay)
We making money countin' hundreds (grippin' wood feelin' good)
We making money countin' hundreds (bout to lockdown the hood)
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
[Verse 2: Big Marc]
Major Way, major pay
In the game quite majorly
23's on display, Chevrolet got major spray
Eastlake bakin' up
Chicken muffins and buttercups
Jumpin' back debit snacks, collard greens and double ups
Louis royal in my cup
Purple haze get rollin' up
Pockets fat like Joey Crack, from the hundreds I'm foldin' up
Talkin' shit get swollen up
Pussy niggas get holdin up
I ride wit crews who jackin' shoes, subwoofers and butter guts
[Chorus]
We making money countin' hundreds (on the grind all day)
We making money countin' hundreds (nothin' matter but the pay)
We making money countin' hundreds (grippin' wood feelin' good)
We making money countin' hundreds (bout to lockdown the hood)
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooo
