Tekst:
Bun B Countin Money

) [Chorus] Money all day, count money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money

count money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all, money

Sox I get money to kill time, big clocks Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k Empty the clip than roll a window up Swe-swe-swe-sweet, center bun

' money Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') [Verse 2 - Bun B

I shot Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself And I hate rats so I dugg a ditch for myself what [Chorus] [Bun B:] Well it's the king of the trill Bun B

Ladies and gentlemen!) Just pull up on your stop 'n' go's This is the way we stop and go Don't block my way, we stop the show [Bun B - Verse 1] Please

6:30 I'm wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the

Uh-uh Ha! Yeah Nigga, aye Yeah, uh Below that mason dixon my residence, dirty South Confederate Aye, we should hold elections, I say Bun B for president

okay [x6] You can run an tell my city I'm on [x6] You can run an tell my city it's on [Bun B:] Bun B King of the Trill also one of the dopest, Whether