Countin’ Money lyrics

What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money
What we do with it?
Countin money, money, more money

Pardon my fragrance, i smell just like the dealership
Yea, we in the same whip but ya' car rented b*tch
Yea, we on the same club but we on some different sh*t
We in VIP poppin’ bottles just to spill the sh*t
Huh, poppin’ bottle just to spill the sh*t
Hold up! I think I gotta extra clip *c*cks gun*
You know kim, the realest b*tch up in the industry
You know kim, the realest b*tch up in the industry
You know kim, the realest b*tch up in the industry
Matter fact, I’m the realest b*tch up in the streets
Ask your man, i’m the realest b*tch up in the sheets
I don’t keep it a hundred, I keep it a g
You know I switch my man like every week
He acting up (ghetto ghetto ghetto)
Or into the next one, or into the fresh one
VVS stones, yeah you know I got that S1
b*tches throwing shots, they gon f*ck around and catch one
It’s the queen b*tch here, i’m a flyer than a Jetson
That mean i’m futuristic
Call the coupe Mike Bivins, it’s that new edition
When a boss b*tch talking you should sit and listen
Take notes, pay attention
It’s what separates the fakest from the realest, b*tch

What we do with it?
Countin money b*tch, countin money b*tch, countin money b*tch
What we do with it?
Countin money b*tch, countin money b*tch, countin money b*tch
What we do with it?
Countin money b*tch, countin money b*tch, countin money b*tch
What we do with it?
Countin money b*tch, countin money b*tch, countin money b*tch