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[Intro: Female Voice]
You gotta come to [?] right now
It’s poppin’, [??] money left to right
I say you bring that bag
Music Major

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy
Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy
Lily, butterfly
What are you, what am I?
Bella, Lauren, Linda Rose
On the stage, on the pole
Oceanate, Pina Colada
At the top, on the bottom
Ace of diamonds, keep ’em shinin’
Crazy girls oh yeah we got ’em
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Peaches and Desiree, baby girl that’s from the A
KeKe and Showtime, there’s no time like today
Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate
Stina and Devina, I’m lovin’ how ya’ll poppin’ it
XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after
Baby say, "roll the J", tangerine with pineapple
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Outro: K Camp]
Count that, count that, count that, count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 1 – Mozzy]
I was pouring until it ran out
Type of nigga got his hand out
My youngin thirsty for a man down
Youngin thirsty for a man down
Unless I tell that lil nigga, "stand down"
That’s a murder, yeah, he tryna swap out his burner
Yeah, I’m tryna help him get further
Yeah, lately been doing these numbers
Working and working you know I deserve it
Yeah, my future was never for certain
We had to use dish liquid for detergent
Yeah, pop a whole lot of perkys
Yeah, still idolize David A Perkins
Yeah, make it drizzle while she twerkin’
Gang tatted on the bitch in cursive
Word, first one out there on the first
Word, keep a bundle on my person
Word, keep a thumper on my person
Nigga say the scale tweakin tryna work us
Yeah, I got a mean rap I had to earn it
Niggas really putting work for this surface
Got a mean rap I had to earn it
Four finger banging bitch this the murders
Nigga really putting work for this surface

[Hook – DCMBR]
I do or die for this shit
I flooded all my chains because they want me in the grave
They don’t want me rich
Did it all with my wrist
I did it all by breaking down and weighing up and serving all who need a fix
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
How far we came to live this way
My goons we straight
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
To die today cause I made my way
I stayed the same
Can’t never change, won’t ever change
No

[Verse 2 – Mozzy]
You know I ran out of dope
Finna cook some more
Hoe broke as shit, she ain’t put me on
Dirty ass black hoodie put it on
And you know exactly who we looking for
Couldn’t find him so he finna live some more
I was taking trips, why you wouldn’t go
Kicked a 100 doors, how you end up broke
Ya I fucked your bitch, I ain’t kiss her though
Fuck with Akhiana shit we trippin though
Fuck you bitchin for, shut up listen hoe
I love you niggas, I let all the shooters know
Make no mistake, it’s who I do it for
10k or better just to do a show
And I keep it cloudy in the coupe alone
And I’m liable to slither through alone
When you God’s child you can move alone
Do it three way for my little bro
When this bitch answer I’ma mute the phone
Drug dealer dreams we was moving zones
Nerves bad baby I can barely roll
Damn Nem can’t believe you niggas gone
Damn Perk can’t believe you niggas gone
Damn Zoe can’t believe you niggas gone
Damn Deezy can’t believe you niggas gone

[Hook – DCMBR]
I do or die for this shit
I flooded all my chains because they want me in the grave
They don’t want me rich
Did it all with my wrist
I did it all by breaking down and weighing up and serving all who need a fix
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
How far we came to live this way
My goons we straight
I ain’t afraid
I ain’t afraid
To die today cause I made my way
I stayed the same
Can’t never change, won’t ever change
No

[Outro – Mozzy]
Do or die for this shit
Suicidal we shoot up the ride
Nigga fire off the whole clip
Do or die for this shit
Yeah, suicidal we shoot up the ride
Nigga fire off the whole clip

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Bitch, bitch talkin’ ’bout
You ain’t thinkin’ ’bout me
I said naw, no stress
Got the cashflow with my vain bitch
Shawty, how you gettin’ home
I’m good, I’m fine
Do you wanna sip wine?
Sometimes I do
Codeine in the fridge
Right there by the vegetables
Had to tell my kids
Tell ’em what goin’ on
This a real damn song
It’s a real damn facts
Billboard off the net
Yeah, I might have a birthday party in the middle of Saks
Came up off the sacks
From outta town, we gon’ tax
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the dentist, nigga, when I say I got plaques
Some gold, some plat’s
Got my son hair in plaits
Got my daughter’s hair pressed
Let you know I ain’t stressin’
Yeah, I graduated on ’em
Got degree, I’m flexin’
Got my masters in cappin’
Got my doctorates in shoppin’
Treat the pussy like a punchin’ bag
Said I wanna go boxin’

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Uh, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Wassup, wassup with it
We can go bar for bar
We can go car for car
We can go star for star
We can go ring for ring
She gonna off the bra
I’ma jack somethin’ like Randy
She don’t wear panties for daddy
My auntie stayed off a camera
Answer the door with a hammer
Promise we didn’t had no chimney
Then I believin’ in Santa
How he gon’ come at my shit
I put some thought in that shit
I put some rock in that shit
They steady takin’ they shot
I’m steady blockin’ they shit
This that provocative shit
You pockets Bugs Bunny ears
Mine so damn deep
You can see Ben Franklin swim
Yeah, money grow on trees, nigga
I least have me a limb
Anthin’ rap where I’m from
Street side, I leave have a M

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it

[Verse]
Do you dirty
Deep down you know this shit make you nervous
Bulletproof many niggas couldn’t hurt us
I’m protecting all my blessings that’s for certain
Fuck the stars that you been with this the real
Hold it down if I fall you know the drill
I’ve been looking in your eyes I see the signs
Nevermind I put the phone on decline
Oh

[Hook]
Yeah I might call you back (Oh)
But I ain’t got no time for all the drama
Yeah I just might run back to her
See I just got no time for all the drama

Yeah I might call you back (Oh)
See I ain’t got no time for all the drama
Yeah I just might run back (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t got no time for all the drama

[Instrumental Break]

[Hook]
Yeah I might call you back (Oh)
But I ain’t got no time for all the drama
I just might run back to her
See I just got no time for all the drama

Yeah I might call you back (Oh)
See I ain’t got no time for all the drama
Yeah I just might run back (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t got no time for all the drama

[Hook]
All Eyes On Me
I can’t walk around wit all this Ice on me
I come from the Jungle tryna move out to a beach
Cuz the snakes from the grass found they way into the streets
And all eyes on me
Loyal to my niggas, give af about police
You gotta be humble just to make it out the East
Look at all them dead babies in the belly of the beast

[Verse 1]
I be gettin to the chicken and the broccoli
Prolli why these pussy niggas wanna stop me
It’s Obvi
This ain’t what you want don’t even try me
I done seen how fast a robbery could be a homi
Can’t tell you how to live but I can show you dead bodies
When we low on tree still crack the roaches roll a Zombie
Brodie poppin pills he got the plug from Mr. Cosby
Hate when he pop pills cuz he act crazy wit the niney
I come from the side in the hood is where you find me
Niggas kill ya wife and snatch ya baby like Harambe
You think this a game this shit way more like Jumanji
Pigs grab the rats and they start singing like Ashanti
It’s crazy these single ladies wanna have my baby
These niggas want me to sign em
They think I’m Jay Z
They eyeing they think I made it I think I’m trying
My hometown, that’s like my mother
My city dying

[Hook]
All Eyes On Me
I can’t walk around wit all this Ice on me
I come from the Jungle tryna move out to a beach
Cuz the snakes from the grass found they way into the streets
And all eyes on me
Loyal to my niggas, give af about police
You gotta be humble just to make it out the East
Look at all them dead babies in the belly of the beast

[Verse 2]
And you could never understand me
I jus wanna win a Grammy do it for my family
Fish tacos lasagna and shrimp scampi
Bitch I run my city and I never pulled a hammy
I don’t do no E pills or pop zannys
Club full of Moeshas sippin on Brandy
All of my ex loves they can’t stand me
Prolli cuz I blew up when they abandon me
Kush in my system got me faded
You held all the cards, I’m jus mad how you played it
I made Frank and I still ain’t ya favorite
You still still wondering how a nigga made it
Maybe cuz the flow so outer space bitch ooouuu
You can keep the pussy gimme face bitch oouuu
Young nigga made it out the matrix
I had a dream and I’m glad I chose to chase this oouuu