Count it, one year later now we're dead miles, goodbyes State cities flames are converted into time Been on the road from family and home It feels like
year later met with death miles goodbyes. states cities friends all converted into time yet on the road from family and home it feels like it just
Traduction: Hit The Lights. Il comte!.
One year later met with death miles goodbyes. states cities friends all converted into time yet on the road from family and home it feels like it
while yall sit on couches pressing play Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn?t count Ii did sneaker boxes , now I does accounts Sstill keep it
to do it all I call em US open Big money I can't fold it It calls me like I owe it I don't car nothin bout it I hit the mall and blow it My money's ever
top with two hoes in the drop I'm countin up the money till my hands get blisters Told my bitch to come help me we can count it up quicka nigga Real
make it to the concrete But I'm sinking, can't see my feet Thug Dirt guilty or acquitted, I'ma push it to the limit In the dark, hit the lights so I could
paper I geeet it, the paper I geeeet it! (I'm nice! Yeah.) [Verse 2:] Here it is nigga; 1000 grams of uncut (yeeah!) Take it off, consignment fuck up
couple Of years They started to fight when the Money got tight And they just didn't count on The tears. They lived for a while in a Very nice style But it
the vibe [Krayzie] Pedal to the medal we see blue light [Bizzy] They wanted to get RIP fuckin wit my sawed-off Polish it all down till it replenish
soul Se keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk And your digital downloads [Chorus] Take your seats now, folks. It's showtime Hey, Patrick - hit the lights
deny it, my home boy you know that I'm a crook And I'm a try it, while I'm counting this money and I hide it I'm taking it back, puttin' ya hands in my
