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) 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