Luyện nghe bài hát Countin Money

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

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

B - Verse 1]
Say mane, no matta where I go, no what I do
If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my
The skies is lookin' cloudy or water blue
I got money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you be me, then you already knew it
We goin' for the money then we right through it
Take it to the table baby, it up and screw it
'Cause it ain't to it where come from, but to do it
We get it in our hands, and then it go right the fingas
We on the system in a fresh set of swangas
We pop a couple tags, put some up on the hangas
That everyday struggle and nair nigga change us
Believe that I was 'fore I ever 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' all day fuckin' long

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

[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' I'ma freak her
me I'm a giant, leave it to the lemurs(?)
I only see my paper plus my on the Sanyo
The hottest rapper that you know, people look Cujo (Gucci)
I get a thousand million ties and sold guys for uno
So tune into Atlanta, please don't change the channel ma
Roll the down back up
In my Phantom show my
out my partner, naw
Don't you want this
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my look like the Mardi Gras