Luyện nghe bài hát Countin Money

Fuck a rubber band a nigga need a buncha (X4)
intro - Gucci Mane (Yo Gotti)]
Yo, it's Gucci, brrrr, R.I.P. Pimp C mane,
(This that straight my, 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, all, money all day

B - Verse 1]
Say mane, no matta I go, no matter what I do
If chillin' wit' myself, or ballin' my crew
The skies is lookin' or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me it do
And if you be like me, then you 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 nothin' to it come from, but to do it
We get it in our hands, and it go right through 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 can't nair change us
Believe I was famous 'fore I ever did a song
I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on
It's 2010 and I ain't seein' wrong
But niggas countin' all day fuckin' long

[Yo Gotti - 2]
Money totin', pistol carrying young thugged out
Very first song I ever dropped was in a house
Razor blades, sandwich bags, Louis shoes, stoopid
bands, duffle bags, small bills, trash bags
Apple chain on my neck, you know that cost 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 fold, this money here
I ain't it for no hoes, I ain't get this off of shows
Count all day, count money all night
no one wit' my paper, so I count 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 Gotti, and it's money over bitches
Mr. Everything White, he be in the kitchen

[Gucci Mane - 3]
me Gucci
I'm the shit bitch you me
Ain't no to check ya sneakers
Three bricks, plus a split me, then bitch you got a hit
Big money on my leisure, pop bottles top models
my goons in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend I'ma 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 look Cujo (Gucci)
I get a thousand ties and sold your guys for uno
So tune into East Atlanta, please change the channel ma
Roll the down back up
In my Phantom my automa
out my partner, naw
Don't you want this
that you angry 'cause my neck look like the Mardi Gras