We Dont Count Money - Lil Reese, Hell Rell

I said I’m always rocking the latest

Cock it back and spray it

Extort shit and you better pay it

We don’t count money we weight it, boy

We don’t count money we weight it

Cock it back and spray it

Your bitch said I’m the greatest

Put a hundred grand on this scale

A hundred grand for my belt

Put a hundred grand on his head

Bet a hundred grand he gon' tell, boy

We don’t count money we weight it

Cock it back and spray it

Don’t move it, unless I OK

Three hundred deep we ain’t playing

We can’t count this shit, too many bands

Don’t ship and move it till' we see it

You can’t owe me shit, you better pay it

I’m getting fucked up for that bread

We don’t take shit, we ain’t playing

Extorting niggas, they gotta pay it

Money coming in, I gotta weigh it

Get out of line, shit we spraying

That get you going for them bands

And it’s just us

Fuck what they saying

Can’t fuck me, without fucking my mans

So bitch what’s your plan

You gon' fuck, or keep playing

I’m getting kicked out, that’s the plan

When we coming through, we ain’t playing

Shots fired, it ain’t my mans

I ain’t seen shit, what you saying

Pull up in a benz

Fuck her and her friends

I got bands all in my hair

Bands all in my pocket

That boy get out of line

Shit we might launch that rocket

My lawyer beat the case up like domestic violence, women

Threw him one hundred racks, plus paid for

He’s good on college tuition

Fuck with me, you might end up missing

I got it low for them pigeons

I got, three ice crosses on my neck, but I’m no Christian

I came through topless

Damn Rell, where your roof is

Fucked her all at my old house

I’m gonna kick her out of my new crib

Don’t keep bricks where I stay

No nigga, I’m not stupid

I don’t love that bitch

I was never shot by cupid

They talking rows, I ain’t been rocking them

Talking cars like I ain’t been copping them

Been crashing them

Benjamin’s is my best friend

I been stacking them

Killers on a payroll

That bitch is on the speed dial

The D.A.

was mad

Should of seen her face, when I beat trial

I need a new benz

I need a new Glock

We got the city fucked up

Plus my dick is her new drug