Long Money

Six oh five oh value money counter

It can tell you the value of the bills counted

As well as the piece count

All you have to do is tell it what denomination

You're counting and it gives you both

Value and piece count

Okay I'm going to turn the machine on

I'm pressing the button in the rear

By the way this machine can be two hundred and twenty volt

Or one ten

So if you need European power please let us know

As you can see as it comes out a nice big video screen

Jacuzzi on the roof

Ugly hoes don't keep the time of day

Chiefing on sativa

Smell the reefer from a mile away

Pistol in my coupe

Try my troops

You'll get blown away

Gucci Mane got long money

Bitch that's all I got to say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

I ain't even got to talk

My money conversates

We been stunting

Got a money tree

I drown the bitch with money

Ferrari with them bumble bee

Forgiato sitting up under it

How many carats in that bracelet baby?

I think about two hun'it

Plus I hit the club with fifty K let's keep this shit one hundred

Got a couple houses ghetto spouses

In my penthouse smoking ounces

Came up selling keys and ounces

Half a pound white gold and brown

My pants sag grams wear 'em down

These cats are trying to go downtown

Just to walk around and window shop

I shut them all down every time

Every time that I hit the scene

Fresher than I wanna be

Cover of the magazine stacks in my denim jeans

Hoes gone remember me

Four fifty eight ship to me from Italy

Six twelve sitting outside the facilities

Nine one one Gucci ice game killin' me

Came a long way from drug dealin'

Waking up rich is a good feelin'

Couple million stashed for my grandchildren

Just hand counted me a cool half million

Up on 'em pull up on 'em

Like a bird drop low and shit on 'em

Piss on 'em spit on 'em

Tell them haters Gucci got rich on 'em

Jacuzzi on the roof

Ugly hoes don't keep the time of day

Chiefing on sativa

Smell the reefer from a mile away

Pistol in my coupe

Try my troops

You'll get blown away

Gucci Mane got long money

Bitch that's all I got to say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

I ain't even got to talk

My money conversates

Every city I make magic

I make money disappear

'Cause they attracted me

How clear these diamonds blinging in my ear

So many wanna marry me I'm married to the game

Cocaine put me in position swagger brought me all the fame

I need accountants to help me count it Rolls Royce I mount it

Corvette painted candy drop the top and bitches crowd it

Houses in zone six all my **** hustlers and robbers

Don't fuck with us you'd be better off fucking with angel dust

I'm racked up like a pool table

Stay draped up and purple label

Drank purple drink smoke purple weed

Got a purple car and long paper

Every day thank the Lord that I wake

Every day living like my last day

Shine so bright rock stupid ice

More carats in my chain than a carrot cake

Money short he runnin' out

I'm bussin' out

Can't close the vault ain't my fault

It's yo' fault

Nobody stay here it's my money house

Stash house stocked up

Try to fuck shit get chopped up

I'm rocked up stay blocked up

I ain't locked up but I'm guapped up

It's Gucci

Jacuzzi on the roof

Ugly hoes don't keep the time of day

Chiefing on sativa

Smell the reefer from a mile away

Pistol in my coupe

Try my troops

You'll get blown away

Gucci Mane got long money

Bitch that's all I got to say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

I ain't even got to talk

My money conversates

All you have to do it's ready to go

Is take your bills and drop 'em in flat

Like you would on a table

Very easy to do

It counts through and it says twenty five

Now if I take these bills and put them in

Again it's starts over at zero again

Twenty five the end

However if I push the add button

Now when I drop them in

It's going to start where it left off

Now it says fifty

Drop 'em in again

Jacuzzi on the roof

Ugly hoes don't keep the time of day

Chiefing on sativa

Smell the reefer from a mile away

Pistol in my coupe

Try my troops

You'll get blown away

Gucci Mane got long money

Bitch that's all I got to say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci Mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

I ain't even got to talk

My money conversates

Okay catch the grills you pussy

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