Lyrics HoodRich Pablo Juan – Count Up My Money
Text:
DJ Durel
Started with nothing, I had to go get it
I ain’t have no help, nah
Pablo Juan
Started with nothing, we had to go get it
I came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches
Niggas hatin’, they ain’t stoppin’ shit
Gotta stay ‘way from the counterfeit
I count up my money, then fuck on a bitch
Spend five thousand on one outfit
And we get that free bread like the Outback
I’m the plug, I don’t shop at the outlet
Chasin’ that money, ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ else
Had to get it, I did it my damn self
And that bitch ain’t get right so she got left
Kickin’ shit like karate, a black belt
I’ma spend this shit ’til ain’t no cash left
I’m in her once a year like a pap smear
And we leanin’, you know we don’t drink beer
I pull up with three hoes and a reindeer
I like foreign shit, I got a foreign bitch
Jump in that foreign whip, her ass got a perfect grip
I blow the bag when I got Saks Fifth
Pussy too wet, I just might slip
When I get dressed, somebody get killed
I just be medicating on strips
Go to Vegas just to shop on the strip
Drinkin’ out the bottle, fuckin’ with models
She got good head, we call her a scholar
My neck and her pussy got somethin’ in common
Bustdown Rollie, she gon’ bust down this wallet
Got you lookin’ for your ho like Where’s Waldo?
She was fine, I can’t lie, I raw dogged her
Hoodrich got money, plugs, and revolvers
Fuck her, then I might not even call her
I was just chasin’ that money, I’m sorry
When I was young, I wanted to be a baller
I could tell she a freak when I saw her
My circle small but my money gettin’ taller
Ooh, ballin’ too hard, I just crossed her
Drinkin’ that lean, need the Wockhardt
I got this water, I’m drippin’, sloshing
Started with nothing, we had to go get it
I came from the bottom, we straight out the trenches
Niggas hatin’, they ain’t stoppin’ shit
Gotta stay ‘way from the counterfeit
I count up my money, then fuck on a bitch
Spend five thousand on one outfit
And we get that free bread like the Outback
I’m the plug, I don’t shop at the outlet
Chasin’ that money, ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ else
Had to get it, I did it my damn self
And that bitch ain’t get right so she got left
Kickin’ shit like karate, a black belt
I’ma spend this shit ’til ain’t no cash left
I’m in her once a year like a pap smear
And we leanin’, you know we don’t drink beer
I pull up with three hoes and a reindeer
Album
HoodRich Pablo Juan – The Movie
