Lyrics

Nino stop barking for a second One ounce, two plugs, three seconds and I'm on the Four, five flying with my 6 Got a call from the 7, say she with a 9 If you add 'em up, that's more than a dime So I hop on four niggas at 4 to 2 Hit down Manchester, Inglewood city what it do Got a call from my day 1 nigga, perfect timing He can have the 9, 'cause 7 is mine And when you see that body you say she a 29 But you gotta be blind to see there's more than being fine Back to the mission Hit down Byrd, make a left on 3rd and I'm waiting for my nigga as I'm counting my money, smoking my weed Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z Counting my money, smoking my weed Counting my money, smoking my weed Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z... Jay Z Twenty minutes go by, this nigga run out I ain't even tripping, I'm on his time, we burn out Hit down 7th, call up the 7 Say we on our way, no need for direction I know where she live She used to let me put 12 all up in them ribs Ooh how could I forget? The only one I ever let get away Finally decided to call mine and play It's 10 o'clock when we pull up I give her a call Tell her that I made it Her friend opened the door For a split second I forgot who I came for Told my nigga if you really want it then it's yours He said he did so I played my position Him and number 9 disappear into the kitchen And number 7 tell how much of a whore her friend is She rather ride solo, 'cause she can't stand bitches And I remember why I left 7 alone 'Cause she bad as hell, but her heart is cold Kept her entertained while my nigga did his role 30 minutes later in the scraper and we gone, now I'm counting my money, smoking my weed Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z Counting my money, smoking my weed Counting my money, smoking my weed Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z... Jay Z
Writer(s): Jason Kevin Pounds, Daryl Andrew Farris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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