Count these tears, 25
All I see is dollar signs
Gotta get that money, gotta get that money
Gotta get my paper up
Only thing that’s on my mind
Ain’t stopping, my mind made up
Count these tears, 25
Sweat, drugs, homicide
All I see is dollar sings
Gotta get that money, gotta get that money

Life… let’s get this money, baby
Niggas be balling on me, niggas be hella shady
I know you fucking hate me, I know you fucking hate me
I’m blowing angry at you
Took a ball on a bar in a top suite
….
And a brother so tight, take a bullet if you can’t breathe
Get a dollar, get a treat, though
Got a partner…say nonstop balling on T, though
We ball …like he know, …like Nino
Fuck that, nigga kept that ego
In a box, tell ‘em niggas in a tea cup
Got a hold up, nigga till the tea close
Fuck that, I’mma try to get my P up
Poor Chris, let me be in that trimmer
You see us how we creep hard or creep down

Gotta get my paper up
Only thing that’s on my mind
Ain’t stopping, my mind made up
Count these tears, 25
Sweat, drugs, homicide
All I see is dollar sings
Gotta get that money, gotta get that money

Gotta get my paper up
Only thing that’s on my mind
Ain’t stopping, my mind made up
Count these tears, 25
Sweat, drugs, homicide
All I see is dollar sings
Gotta get that money, gotta get that money

You ain’t doing nothing
Why the hell you niggas tripping?
And we count till the money pick it up just like the …
Quick, are you kidding?
What that nigga see, all this money up on me
What the fuck is you waiting on
…too crook, too low
B boys put your apron on, I’m too cold to be hated on
Bout to get a vacation, though 
Cash money, rich destination …
I’m going places where my pockets take me
Past due on a couple payments
Landlord he keep complaining like
Can’t play with my money, that ain’t funny
…sit outside the crib tonight 
That shit right there will blow your mind
I tried to work from 9 to 5 but it will be like murder five
I’m getting tired, our ass took the fall
I’m all that creep talk about, that floor is where I’m not
Answer that but damn, oh, my God
It’s your pain, drag in vain
…so bust that a nigga can’t stay
 I can’t sit still, I got eight days
I’m running through the money like a nigga need cake

Gotta get my paper up
Only thing that’s on my mind
Ain’t stopping, my mind made up
Count these tears, 25
Sweat, drugs, homicide
All I see is dollar sings
Gotta get that money, let’s get that money