Birdman - Smoking Weed Countin Money lyrics
rate meYou see, it’s 4 necesities in life
Fucking the baddest bitches you see only on tv
Sippin out that gt in the vip
Smoking the best weed from out the country
And counting this money
Preferably by the hunneds
Red chuck 10’s, red laces with my red sock
Red bandana round my gun with the red back
And I only smoke swisher sweets out the red boxes
Banging like a rifle, I’m bloody like a headshot
Smoking on blunts with the number one stunna
And he don’t even roll em, he just gut them then he stuff em
Since I’m with young money all these hoes wanna fuck me
But I’m a big dog and they tryina have puppies
Y’all better bull out before we stump y’all niggas
I’m from the east, but I fuck this on uptown niggas
Yeah, bitch you better learn how to thank
Before I put this skateboard up and go and get that thang
[Hook]
I need the call of the herb man so
I can smoke a whole pound with the birdman
Yeah you know I’m smoking scummy
And I’m bloody
If you ask me what I’m doing
I say I’m counting money
High life
Smoking weed and counting money
Highe life
Smoking weed and counting money
Boy you’re moving too fast,
Don’t make me park you
Still running with that 9 on me like tony parker
Bout that green like celtic fan, no doubt harder
I see more like I’m watching the godfather
Blue dream in my swisher like where do I begin
The dollars, the euros, the pounds of the yens
On a jet with birdman, we gonn smoke about 10
When we land I’m getting off that bitch
Blowing smoke in the wind
Straight reckless but I’m paid is the message
You niggas all signed to full a hate records
I kill for my watch, I die for my necklace
And I ride for every motherfucker reppin what I’m reppin
[Hook]
I need the call of the herb man so
I can smoke a whole pound with the birdman
Yeah you know I’m smoking scummy
And I’m bloody
If you ask me what I’m doing
I say I’m counting money
High life
Smoking weed and counting money
Highe life
Smoking weed and counting money
Marble floors, mansions, the big house
20 acres, 20 cars on them big mountains
In the condo, living life
Top floor, 5 star 5 mikes
A million cast off versace sheets
Aligator on the concrete
Put my swag to the ceiling hoe
Big money on them marble floors
We cash in and then cash out
And get this money through them backroutes
Holiday is everyday
A hunned million from them hard ways
[Hook]
I need the call of the herb man so
I can smoke a whole pound with the birdman
Yeah you know I’m smoking scummy
And I’m bloody
If you ask me what I’m doing
I say I’m counting money
High life
Smoking weed and counting money
Highe life
Smoking weed and counting money.
Thanks to bonito for correcting these lyrics
