Too Busy Countin Lyrics

What's up, where it at

Jordan comin' through on the motherfuckin' track

Fuckin' with bank bros, Shawty and Johnny D

Workin', bankin', jumpin', hankin

You know how we do

They say the only way out is the only way through

I'm sick of you fools

They say I ain't gettin' money

Well think about it, then I should be dead

Cause I can't live without it

I Ain't rich, so when it come to money

I'ma be about it

Minus the bullshit, my team too busy countin

I'm only 16, with a bank in my jeans

Never touched a football

But got a Super Bowl ring

Twin ain't gettin' money, man, what the fuck you mean

They say if you stand for nothing

You fall for anything

Is that bankroll? Come over here and take a pic

Cause my jewelry look like piss

And I'm lyrically the shit

And I'm seriously addicted to the money and the whips

And yeah, life's a bitch and not an already-hit

All this money in my pocket

You would think I'm movin' bricks

Yeah, I'm cash, that's damn dumb

Scorin' like I'm bitch, I said I'm angry for it

And I swear I won't miss this damn swine

Flu chain got my ass feelin' sick

Dicks and freaks around my neck, so they screamin

Goddamn, they got it out of space

When I'm talkin' from another plane

Man, you thought that you were fly, well, apparently

You ran and said I'm married to the money

Wanna get that bitch pregnant

Every time you see me, I got on a pair of Levis

In the pocket for a break

Make all these girls wanna eat me

And my life's just like a movie, so go help me get to three

Not to get the money pregnant, so that nigga

Shit up, bitch, I said, say you ain't gettin' money

Well, think about it, then I should be dead

Cause I can't live without it, ain't rich

So when it come to money, I'ma be about it

Minus the bullshit, my day ain't too busy

I'm only 16 with a bank in my gym

Never touched a football, but got a Super Bowl ring

Boy, I ain't gettin' money, man, what the fuck you mean

Tell me if you stand for nothin', you'd fuck for anything

I said, what is my name

She thought that I was jokin

I pulled out a couple hundreds, now I got her pussy open

Man, I got her with the words

She said, L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L

I said, what is my name

She said, L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L

I said, what is my name

She said, L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L

I said, what is my name

She said, L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L

I said, L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-L

I said, what is my name

Leave wit your dramatic on, feelin' over the mic

One thing about me, I live life fast

Like I'm chasin' the paper and the haters after my ass

Competition for the money mission, I feel like I passed

I started with things that you know, down to my last

They say you ain't gettin' nothing, well think about it

Then I should be dead, cause I can't live without it anyway

So when it come to money, I'ma be a doctor

Minus the bullshit, my name's too busy counting

I'm only 16, with a bank in my dream

Never touch the phone, cause I got a Super Bowl win

Wait, I ain't gettin' money, ayy, what's the fuckin' money say

Bitch, I ain't gettin' no money, ayy, let's go

I pulled up in some shit, said I had a crowd wonderin

Mother knew what's in it, and who fuckin' is droppin' it

I stepped up out that bitch, I said, my jury got my magazine

Rollin' with that bitch, I said, she lookin' Caucasian

My party got me lookin' at a fuckin' clear vision

No matter where you put me at, I'm the realest up in the ring

I have been a parachute, gettin' money, hit the money gym

I got them haters lookin' at me, oops, I think they want my shoes

Okay, well, I ain't gettin' money, I rock, I roll

Every time I hit a show, I rock, I roll

I be throwin' off some 50s, and throwin' off some 100s

And ever since a lil' nigga, I been gettin' money

I just caught some homies, that shit wasn't me

Till I zipped back to my car and found me feelin' like a G

Niggas think bout to drop, bitches feelin' suck me

Best friend, Santa Claus, feel some