Count Money Lyrics

Read the complete lyrics to “Count Money” by Babyface Ray from the album “Songs”. Browse more Babyface Ray songs or search for other tracks.

Artist Babyface Ray

Album Songs

Length ~3 min read (536 words)

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Bitch
(Okay, Treeze)

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
I've been countin' money all day, sittin' back, callin' plays
The coupe sits so low to the Earth, now watch it crawl away
Just to get my nigga Snoopy back, I'd give it all away
I used to rock the Don C's every outfit back when dog was great
I was showin' love, smilin' for you back when y'all was straight
Hustlin' for the money, tryna get up out my mama place
Yeah, bills paid, money straight, I'm fresh as hell, but runnin' late
She say she don't know what to do to you, I told her "Run away"
I just went two days, I'm through with the drank, now I got stomach pains
Right now, I'm gettin' hyphy off this Tesla with my stunner shades
My lil' nigga wanna get high when that money made
Niggas tried to hop on when we took off, this another train
We ain't got no business even speakin' if you fuckin' lames
You ain't got no business even thinkin' you could fuck with 'Face
She like how that's the Spite when that bitch purple-grey
How I'm drivin', pick it up, yeah, foreign scratch away

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, countin' money all day, been countin' all day
Countin' money all day, been countin' all day
I done came a long way, I came a long way
I done came a long way, I came a long way
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' all day
Countin' money all day, I'm countin' all day
I done came a long way, I came a long way
I done came a long way, I came a long way

[Verse 2: Bossman Dlow]
Big Za
I've been countin' money all day (All day), I came a long way
Bitch, I'm in L.A., droppin' forty like LeBron James
Yeah, movin' too fast on that drank, I done went the wrong way
Huh, I say, "Bae, you in good hands," like this AllState
Nigga, when you speakin' on my name, don't forget I'm a go-getter
I ain't got no time to play and I ain't playin' with no nigga
Huh, crackers on my trail, they label me a dope dealer
I was fuck-nigga free before you even heard GloRilla
I'm in L.A. makin' plays like the Clippers, baby
Walk in the mall and spend a thousand on some slippers, baby
I'm flyin' state-to-state, networkin' with killers, baby
Dog nigga with dog shit, I'm Dlow Clifford, baby
Real street nigga, I was in the trenches every night
Pop that pussy, baby, I'll get you what you like
My diamonds dumb, every time you see 'em, they wanna fight
I'm on first class flights, eatin' chicken and rice