Count That

Lyrics

[Chorus] Spend it, and I make that shit back Hundred bands, count that The money, you can't count that I don't use hands, I still make it clap Real bitches [?] Spend it, and I make that shit back The money, you can't count that I don't use hands, I still make it clap I be with the money, you can't count that Fifty bands, hundred bands, spend it, and I make that shit back [Verse 1] I spent a lot of time getting to this bag That means I spent the same time making bitches mad All that talk 'bout what I do and what I did, damn If a bitch want this issue, she can get the mag Sware I hate when a bitch talk, don't ever be on shit Like one bitch try to talk shit, then her whole gang got hit I'm like damn, Molly [?] Bitch, you know you getting too rich But never rich enough to pay attention to a bitch A problem child[?] like where the problems is? Don't need a reason, I ain't never tryna solve the shit Probably the reason your nigga be tryna stalk He see me at the mall, he [?] I'm tryna [Chorus] Spend it, and I make that shit back Hundred bands, count that The money, you can't count that I don't use hands, I still make it clap Real bitches [?] Spend it, and I make that shit back The money, you can't count that I don't use hands, I still make it clap I be with the money, you can't count that Fifty bands, hundred bands, spend it, and I make that shit back [Verse 2] Chanel [?], Versace [?] that I want that nigga to give me brain, like he tought that And he know I got hoes, so don't call back I'ma fall back, he text me back like damn, your lil dawg ass Bitch, I spent your rent today And that's why your man don't wanna be your man today Man, I sware [?] never separate I was getting dick, I had the Dracey right by the bedframe A rich nigga can't do shit for me, 'cause I'm already rich I stopped beefing with these bitches, 'cause a bitch gon' be a bitch Started fucking with the [?] giving me some dick Had that motherfucker coming back and back [?] [Chorus] Spend it, and I make that shit back Hundred bands, count that The money, you can't count that I don't use hands, I still make it clap Real bitches [?] Spend it, and I make that shit back The money, you can't count that I don't use hands, I still make it clap I be with the money, you can't count that Fifty bands, hundred bands, spend it, and I make that shit back