Count Dineros. Lyrics

Vyrlu Made This We in the latest coupe

Hit one then we saving 2 Felt it he went Ah Ah Nigga ain't no saving you

Roll the window Fa Fa nigga we straight flaming you

You definitely don't got it, what the fuck, the point in staining you

When I hop in my bag, I head right for the T.O.P. like Peek-A-Boo

Bitch, I've been so intertwined money conversations, what I'm eager to

Why the fuck would you thug in the streets, don't, don't know a thing or two

I'm the type of nigga get around, teach you a thing or two

Big money, I count dineros, can't get a piece of this

And Brody got a new oou, can't even reach for this

Show it off like, uh, who want smoke, we send them thangs at ya

I just look, and, wonder how could you change on me I was getting to the, yeah, you can't put blame on me I Was getting to the, yeah, you can't put the blame on me

We all went to jail, niggas took a L Oh, well, why you pointing fingers, you at fault as well

Oh, yeah, I go and get the money, don't dream about the fame

Hell, yeah, I put a .25 in a Bob Marley Hell, yeah, mix it with the grabs, mix it with the oou

Oh, yeah, I get the fucking potion, had to put it down Oh, man, addicted to the green, red, had to put it all to bed

Swerving till the A-M, overdose might leave me dead I had lost a couple friends, but they want my real friends

Envy filled up in they head, wish I felt the hate then Wish I felt the hate then, envy all up in they head

Niggas want me fucking dead Why the fuck would you want me fucking dead

I should spin back and just bust they fucking head

We in the latest coupe, hit one then we saving, 2

Felt it he went, ah, ah, nigga, ain't no saving you Roll the window, Fa, Fa, nigga, we straight flaming you

You definitely don't got it, what the fuck, the point in staining You come around me acting crazy, I'ma flame you