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Babe Put on Uh-uh
Two, two, three, three Four, four, five, five If you 'bout that paper Put your hands high (High, put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Put on, yeah) Now, now watch me count my money (Yeah) Two, two, three, three Four, four, five, five (Uh-huh) If you 'bout that paper (T) Put your hands high (High, put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Uh)
I said condo for a few months, then I get some new land Girl so fresh, she could put me on a food stamp (Mm) Harlem is the region, that my city, where we move 'round Play around here, you get put up on a newsstand I ain't tryna get all Angela Davis But the words that I spit, you'd think Angela made this Haters is just watchin' lik?, 'Damn it, she made it Hip-poppers gon' di?, but damn she saved it' Yeah, um, I'm cute, I'm gritty I was raised in New York, I belong to the city We not on the same level, your skills whack, my skills mean You special ed, my main team, we mainstream
Two, two, three, three Four, four, five, five If you 'bout that paper Put your hands high (High, put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Yeah) Two, two, three, three Four, four, five, five If you 'bout that paper Put your hands high (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Put on, woop) Now, now watch me count my money (International bad boy in here down the house)
Uh, fresh out the rat pack Starter jacket on, new J's and a snap cap Call me Mr. Python, rabbits be my lab rats Married to the money, so I'm screamin', 'Where the cash at?' Haters, y'all beneath me, y'all be where my ass at Eight-figure checks, nah, homie, yeah, I'm past that I be spendin' stupid money, yeah, check out my assets Dumb watch, dumb car, kick game retarded And I got a Rolex, my Audemars is so fresh Skin color money and I think I'm kinda goldish Twinkle 'cause the diamonds in my eye, you didn't notice? Let me put the camera on, now are you in focus?
Two, two, three, three Four, four, five, five If you 'bout that paper Put your hands high (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Yeah) Two, two, three, three Four, four, five, five If you 'bout that paper Put your hands high (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Put on, oh, who is this?) Now, now watch me count my money (Omarion)
El capitan, mami, yes, I like your culo (Uh-huh) Can I have that? Yoy, soy, numero uno (Woo) Pockets way fat, throwin' rice like sumo Meanin' rice is the money, Young Money for the dummies (Okay) I'm comin' on that G5, I'll be there, yeah Address the nation, the moon and wherever Mike left at (Ow) Huh, and I'm so Cali And I ain't from the Valley, okay I was steady cashin' in like my life was Vegas (Ching) High, low bets, I'm still gettin' paid, kids (Yeah) Where he been at? Like I'm jaded I'm Superman, high low cut with the tape, bitch
Two, two, three, three Four, four, five, five If you 'bout that paper Put your hands high (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money Two, two, three, three Four, four, five, five If you 'bout that paper Put your hands high (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Ah, look, oh)
Fe-fi-fo-fum, kill Reminisce shit, Buffalo, where the bills? Spinnin' in the Holly' Hills, females pop pills (Yeah) Get it in how we live, tell this bitch I live here (Stupid) Here from the leap year, you walked while I skipped there Prepare for warfare, y'all sweet like Warheads (Oh) Yeah, b-b-bob your head while we toast to more bread (Ha) Champagne, the young kid, young nigga, no bitch (No) She wonders (She wonders) how I get in (How I get in) I told her (I told her), then showed the YM (Bitch) I am a crisis in 8D but high-def (Haha) My chest look sunset, HD, counter on that
Two, two, three, three Four, four, five, five If you 'bout that paper Put your hands high (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Yeah) Two, two, three, three Four, four, five, five If you 'bout that paper Put your hands high (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money (Put on) Now, now watch me count my money
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