LYRIC



I don’t count money.
No! Why?…..
I got a money counter,
I just throw the money on the counter,
I just throw the money on the counter.

Count it up,
if the money ain’t right then I tell the bitch round it up
See it piling up fast
got that Chevy/Infiniti mounted up
Is you down with us?
Juug with us, Juug or bus
juug or f*ck ya
If I can’t Juug with ya,
don’t ask for these JuuG riches,
don’t f*ck with these JuuG bitches
if you ain’t Juug, you suspicious
on God, I’m Juug, Im getting it
on God, I’m Juug, Im getting it

I don’t count money No! Why?…..
I got a money counter,
I just throw the money on the counter
I just throw the money on the counter.

All of my dope on clearance
ask dope fiend Clarence,
ask dope fiend Clarence
all of my dope on clearance.
Selling White, but they call me green eyes
I’ve been known to get the green guys,
known to get the gringas
selling fiends dimes
like muslims selling bean pies,
I was just a knee-high,
yeehaw
now we live,
wearing Fila’s
I’ve been charging fees bruh’s
all day I drink and smoke
Ah-De-Das, cash
Juug or die trying, money!

I don’t count money No! Why?…
I got a money counter,
I just throw the money on the counter
I just throw the money on the counter.

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