Smokin' Weed Countin' Money

[Intro: DJ E-Feezy]

You see? It’s four necessities in life

Fuckin the baddest bitches you only see on TV

Sippin on that GT in the VIP

Smoking the best weed from out of the country

And countin this money

Preferably by the hundreds

[Verse 1: Flow]

Red Chuck Taylors, red laces with my red socks

Red bandana round my gun with the red dot

And I only smoke Swisher Sweets out the red boxes

Bangin' like a rifle, I’m bloody like a headshot

Smoking on blunts wit the number one stunna

And he don’t even roll em, he just gut em then he stuff em

Since I’m with Young Money all these hoes wanna fuck me

But I’mma big dog and they tryna have puppies

Y'all better bool out before we stomp yall niggas

I’m from the east but I front just some uptown niggas

Yea bitch, you better learn how to thank

‘Fore I put this skateboard up and go and get that thang

[Chorus: Flow]

I need to call up the herb man

So I can smoke a whole pound with The Birdman

Yea, yea you know I’m smoking scummy

And I’m bloody, if you aks me what I’m doin I’mma say I’m countin money

I like smoking weed and countin money

(We ain’t doin nothing but get money over here)

I like…

It’s Millz

Smokin weed and countin money

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]

Boy you moving too fast, don’t make me park ya

Still runnin with that 9 on me like Tony Parker

Bout that green like a Celtic fan, no doubt harder

I see mo green like I’m watchin The Godfather

Blue Dream in a swisha like where do I begin

The dollars, the euros, the pounds or the yen

On the jet with Birdman, we gon smoke about 10

When we land I’m getting off that bitch, blowin smoke in the wind

Straight reckless but I’m paid is the message

You niggas all signed the full of hate records

I’d kill for my watch, I’d die for my necklace

And I’ll ride for every motherfucker, reppin what I’m reppin

YMCMB

[Chorus: Flow]

I need to call up the herb man

So I can smoke a whole pound with The Birdman

Yea, yea you know I’m smoking scummy

And I’m bloody, if you aks me what I’m doin I’mma say I’m countin money

I like smoking weed and countin money

I like… smokin weed and countin money

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Marble floors, mansions, the big house

20 acres, 20 cars on them big mountains

In the condo livin life

Top flow vibe, start 5 mics

A million cash off of Sasha sheets

Alligator on the concrete

Put my swag to the ceiling ho

Big money on the marble floors

We cash in and cash out

And get this money through them back routes

Holiday is everyday

100 million from them hard ways

[Chorus: Flow]

I need to call up the herb man

So I can smoke a whole pound with The Birdman

Yea, yea you know I’m smoking scummy

And I’m bloody, if you aks me what I’m doin I’mma say I’m countin money

Countin money

Smokin weed and countin money

Countin money

Smokin weed and countin money

[Outro: Birdman]

Uptown niggas

Shoot first, ya understand?

Real nigga shit

Got the lil homie with ya

You know what it is nigga

YMCMB up nothing

Gorillas and goonas yea

More money than I ever seen

On my triple beam

Yea

Purple in my shit

It’s bigger than life boy