Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye,
Woop,
Woop,
[Verse 1] Duckman
Look,
Work touch down we been getting rich all week
Told me he can give me twelve he was paying thirteen
Showing love, gotta watch out for these n**** cus they plot
Got a line on the blues ten boats that's a yacht
**** broke they not worried bout shit on the floor
Rich **** selling dope in these Christian Diors
Money counter count the money bitch i use to be poor
Every month i count a hunnit so get use to me hoe
See my dawgs took a lost we gone get em back right
Diamonds shinning in the dark like a fuking black light
I cant fuk with you baby you dont even act right
She want me to slow it down but she know this is a fast life
Two flips one roll that was fifty g’s
Paid eighteen for it you can give me twenty three
Tell em give me what i want or i take everything i need
Im that **** where im from so they blame everything on me
I'm too busy doing math
Aye, ima tax for the slab
But if you grab them all, ima cut this shit in half
See you say, you want it hard so i put it in the pot, and i give the birds a bath
Aye, it be gone before it touch, and you know i'm in a rush, **** what you trying to grab
Aye, bitch talking to herself , i don't even pay attention
I'm too busy doing math
[Verse 2] Kobe No Bryant
Gotta hundred pounds of gas we gone take it to the bus
when its gone do the math
Aye , **** got that shit from us
**** act like they the plug
When they really got a tab
Aye, they blame everything on us
Im that **** where im from, They wanna see me go outside
Aye, I remember days when i was down and they tried to count me out,
Now they see i'm in my bag
Me and quack ball like kobe and shaq
Buddha he a fool with that mack don’t get whacked
All this water on my neck like a pool dont get splashed
My favorite buddy snitching he don't even get a pass
Hoppin on the plane through TSA with them packs
You don’t want to play cus we play with them racks
Droppin on them prices, **** hate when we back
Fell off you should of seen they face when i jumped back
I’m too busy doing math
Aye ,
Taxing for that work i need everything in cash
[Verse 3] Duckman
Never to much, never too much money
**** talking crazy never do nothing to me
Always asking for a favor but cant do nothing for me
Im always fuking with them until they do something corny
I hate to break the news but the **** dont respect you,
**** finally getting money, you aint doing nothing special
Real trap **** ima still reup with the extras
She love quacky p he gone give her some direction
Money counter fuking up the counter use my hands
**** aint religious but they praying that it land
And if we got a problem, ima turn him into a strand
Know i got it poppin all my opps turning fans
I’m too busy doing math
Aye, ima tax for the slab
But if you grab them all ima cut this shit in half
See you say you want it hard so i put it in the pot, and i give the birds a bath
Aye, it be gone before it touch, and you know i'm in a rush
**** what you trying to grab
Aye, bitch talking to herself , i don't even pay attention
I'm too busy doing math
Written by: Demar Moultrie
