Luyện nghe bài hát Countin Money

Fuck a band a nigga need a buncha birds (X4)
[Over intro - Gucci (Yo Gotti)]
Yo, Gucci, brrrr, R.I.P. Pimp C mane, brrrr
(This that straight my, my)

Money all day, count all day
Count money all day, money all, money all
Count money all day, count all day, count money all
Money all, money all, all day

B - Verse 1]
Say mane, no matta I go, no matter what I do
If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water
I got that money on my mind, so tell me it do
And if you be like me, then you already it
We for the money then we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby, chop it up and it
'Cause it nothin' to it where come from, but to do it
We get it in our hands, and then it go right the fingas
We standin' on the in a fresh set of swangas
We pop a couple tags, put fresh up on the hangas
everyday struggle and can't nair nigga change us
Believe that I was famous 'fore I did a song
Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a put me on
It's and I ain't seein' nothin' wrong
But niggas countin' money all day long

[Yo Gotti - 2]
Money totin', pistol carrying young thugged out
Very first song I ever dropped was in a house
blades, sandwich bags, Louis shoes, stoopid swag
Rubber bands, bags, small bills, trash bags
chain on my neck, you know that cost stoopid cash
Maserati for the wash, that's that cash
Penitentiary chances, '6's on a car
Bun me keep it real and watch it take me far
My money don't fold, money here
I ain't make it for no hoes, I ain't get off of shows
Count money all day, money all night
Trust no one wit' my paper, so I my paper twice
I been on wit' out my paper, so I sleep it at night
Now I up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right
They call me Cocaine Gotti, and money over bitches
Mr. White, he be always in the kitchen

[Gucci - Verse 3]
It's me
I'm the bitch you smell me
Ain't no need to check ya
bricks, plus a split wit' me, then bitch you got a hit
Big on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend freak her
Believe me I'm a giant, it to the lemurs(?)
I only see my paper plus my on the Sanyo
The hottest rapper that you know, people like Cujo (Gucci)
I get a thousand million ties and sold guys for uno
So tune into East Atlanta, please don't change the ma
Roll the windows down up
In my Phantom show my
out my partner, naw
Don't you want autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry my neck look like the Mardi Gras