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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
Joshua Cross
Joshua Cross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer
Cassius Jay
Cassius Jay
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy D Brown
Jeremy D Brown
Assistant Engineer
Tyler Kumpee
Tyler Kumpee
Assistant Engineer
Niles Roberts
Niles Roberts
Assistant Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They gave lil' China twenty-five for them things, ****
They walk up on you, get up and see your friends, ****
They walk up on you, give it to you see your friends, ****
[Verse 2]
We been at the laundromat all day
We been washin' money all day
I heard the police lookin' for me 'cause I got the hood hot
We been at the laundromat all day
We been washin' money a ll day
I heard the police lookin' for me 'cause I got the hood
[Verse 3]
It got blood on that money and I still count it
They got blood on that money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter pink, I tried to give it up
I can't give it up
[Verse 4]
28 grams, I serve it on the porch
I just seen them narcs, they ran off in my house
The homicide unit comin' to the house
My cousin murked a **** and he just got out
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some drinks, say fuck my problems
My hood, they treat me like I'm El Chapo
I keep that dog food like I'm Ralo
I had the warrant at Clay Co. and beat the case
And I'm fresh as hell, bitch, Easter Day
All my ghetto tactics, I'm above average
I've been so in tune, man I've been so ambitious
Grab another Fanta, let me fill it up
If they ain't make the channel, you ain't built like us
The federales fuckin' with my **** Ty
It's Black Amigo Gang, till a **** die
[Verse 5]
I feel I'm walking through Hell
I swear to God, I never tell
They tried to give a **** the chair
I tell my mama, wish me well
[Verse 6]
They got blood on that money and I still count it
They got blood on that money and I still count it
They got girl on that money and I still count it
They got boy on that money, watch my **** count it
[Verse 7]
I know the Devil is real, I know the Devil is real
I take a dose of them pills and I get real low in the field
I fly to LA today, and I live so high in the hills
I shared a mansion with goonies, aye
I shared a bitch with a goonie, aye
I took the MAC in Bal Harbor
**** ain't sleepin' regardless
I took the pack out to Paris
Me and that money got married
Me and that Molly got married
[Verse 8]
Devoted in everything
My **** mean everythang
Five deep inside a Chevy
Yeah, we tryna get it
Ask me, do I know how to whip it?
Yeah, fuckin' witness
[Verse 9]
They got blood on that money and I still count it
They got blood on that money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter pink, I tried to give it up
I can't give it up
[Verse 10]
She put me off and it was ugly
I made a million dollars, say she love me
The way she did me, it destroyed me
Yeah, I kept it real with lil' shorty
I been goin' bar for bar, these **** know what's poppin' with me
I can go from car to car, these bitches quarter million at least
Two thousand for the shoes, I keep some shit on my feet
I'm finally in the mood to fuck your bitch on the beach
I dropped out of school and I get money like Meech
Send a junkie, send a driver, just to get something to eat
You see how things changed
I came from cocaine
[Verse 11]
They got blood on that money and I still count it
They got blood on that money and I still count it
I can't help the way I'm raised up
That Easter pink, I tried to give it up
I can't give it
[Verse 12]
I hang with all the killers and the robbers
I pour me up some drinks, say fuck my problems
The federales fuckin' with my **** Ty
It's Black Amigo Gang, till a **** die
[Verse 13]
I heard the police lookin' for me 'cause I got the hood happy
Heard the police lookin' for me 'cause I got the hood happy
They got girl on that money and I still count it
They got boy on that money, watch my **** count it
Written by: Joshua Cross, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Xavier Dotson
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