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This Gucci, this Louis, this Fendi, this Robins, Givenchy' and truey fits That Prada, Versace, and Armani, what am I gonna do with this I'm counting these fifties, these twenties add up till I count me a million All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties add up till I count me a million Ferragamo or Gucci, they all designer, I don't know the difference Forget what I spent on it' I'm form Chirac but my belt is from italy I'm counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million All these hundreds that's on me ain't close to that much but it felt like a million Run around through Chiraq and a bitch with me black but her hair is Brazilian Smoking louds'sipping act better watch how you act 'cause the mac will go BRATT and they can't bring you back Now it's after the fact, put the mac in the trunk while we smoke and relax While I thumb through these racks, man, I just spent a stack on a belt and a hat Never thought I see the day I go from state to state and I fuck all these hoes on the way Never thought I'd be that nigga, every time I step I got all these hoes in my face But fuck all these bitches All I know is get' these digits and flex and stay real with my niggas Kill for my niggas Max Ben getting money but believe his finger still on the trigger Got to get this money cuz the ain't dead yet But they always gon be bucking but me And that ain't nothing funny That's why I keep this Tec cuz niggas ain't never gon get nothing from me This Gucci, this Louis, this Fendi, this Robins, Givenchy' That Prada, Versace, 'and Armani, what am I gonna do with this I'm counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million Ferragamo or Gucci, they all designer, I don't know the difference Forget what I spent on it' I'm counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million Shooter shout out the thirty, shot out the semi, I can't tell the difference 'Cause my shorties, they' itching to pull on they block and empty dem 100 and clips in them I be all all up the way in the states So these local Lil niggas don't take much to get to them I be all in my city and Louis and Fendi, just giving them all of my benjamins These niggas pretending, they really ain't getting no money They really ain't wit the shits I be up on the block that's named after ROC Where Lil mally tote 50 and 60 clips Free my big broski JOC when he touched on the block it's a party So line up a bitch for him These niggas is bitches They snakes and they fakes and they leeches So I don't got shit for them They come up in the streets But grew up to be Jake's and preechera that give niggas sentences So I be smoking refer chillin sipping counting digits missing all of my niggas While these 100s these 50s these 20s add up till I count me a milli This Gucci, this Louis, this Fendi, this Robins, Givenchy' That Prada, Versace, 'and Armani, what am I gonna do with this I'm counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million Ferragamo or Gucci, they all designer, I don't know the difference Forget what I spent on it' I'm counting these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million All these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties till I count me a million