Lyrics

Intro Doughboyz Cashout 2676 Mafia Scales in the kitchen Yeah Money on the countertops Doughboyz Verse 1 Thumbs sore, from counting my pros Got scales on the counter couple bands on the stove Couple bags full of O's Bout to drop them off on Strathmoor Fuck a bitch then drop her off She text me like "you asshole" I stack though Off of [?] sales, you tell fairytales Ball up in the club with the kush and the Burberry smell Drought on the trees, then I switch up and pump blow Nine in the cabinet keep the pump by the front door [?] got these hoes tryna fuck four Doughboyz at the same time, Gucci on the waistline Paid got them bands What you heard through the grape vine? Hoes in the tip case a nigga try to take mine Ain't dog food, no K9's, my goons [?] A bitch nigga face tryna run off with a shape A circle or a square or them green rectangles Run up on me with that bullshit the goons gon' paint you Chorus I got scales in the kitchen, money on the counter My thumbs too sore I think I need a money counter (Scales in the kitchen, money on the counter) (My thumbs too sore I think I need a money counter) I got scales in the kitchen, money on the counter My thumbs too sore I think I need a money counter (Scales in the kitchen, money on the counter) (My thumbs too sore think I need a money counter) Verse 2 We get it in, and break it down We weigh it up, and ship it out Ain't talking bout money then you can cut it out Got killers that'll hit your front door, like a paper route We ain't got shit to prove, voila It's magic by the way the work move, voila Put me anywhere I can work, Wi-Fi Now your bitch choosin' a nigga, say bye She love the way I'm doing it she love the way my jewelry [?] She say what she gon' do to me, imma just wait and see I-96 equals head on the freeway I think it's cause I hustle and flow, DJ Y'all niggas middle manning the [?], splitting three ways I can take a hundred out the crib for one hundred straight days Hustling, so I wear my Trues three straight days Chances make champions nigga, plus this shit pays Chorus I got scales in the kitchen, money on the counter My thumbs too sore I think I need a money counter (Scales in the kitchen, money on the counter) (My thumbs too sore I think I need a money counter) I got scales in the kitchen, money on the counter My thumbs too sore I think I need a money counter (Scales in the kitchen, money on the counter) (My thumbs too sore think I need a money counter) Verse 3 Getting head from Monica while looking at the monitor Money on the countertop, trash bags fuck the Prada box that's not a lot Money, Doughboyz got a lot So much dough I gotta drop All that ice he got a watch She won't let go of my dick you need to let go of that bitch Stacks bulging out my pants and I'm blowin' like a fan Hoes knowin' I'm the man Fuck a bitch I'd rather go out with my bands Hit the bar and show off with my mans Thank god for money counters, my hands, they so tired I fucked a bitch til a hoe tired I swear I can't get no higher I count money and smoke fire All I need is shooters, money, money counters and scales I count the money up too short, the money counter will tell You goin' broke? Oh well This for my niggas doin' wholesales Ain't got time to take no L's We got the city locked no sales (For my niggas doin' wholesales) (Ain't got time to take no L's) (We got the city locked no sales) Chorus I got scales in the kitchen, money on the counter My thumbs too sore I think I need a money counter (Scales in the kitchen, money on the counter) (My thumbs too sore I think I need a money counter) I got scales in the kitchen, money on the counter My thumbs too sore I think I need a money counter (Scales in the kitchen, money on the counter) (My thumbs too sore think I need a money counter)