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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Redda
Redda
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Japan
Japan
Producer
saintracks
saintracks
Producer
Whapperx
Whapperx
Producer

Lyrics

'Bout to count them, huh, yeah
'Bout to count them hundreds, 'bout to count them hundreds, huh
'Bout to count them hundreds, 'bout to count them hundreds, huh
'Bout to count them hundreds, gotta count them hundreds (Yeah)
Watch your ho, where that tongue go, Redda, he from the jungle, huh
Smoke gas like some gumbo, my money tall like Mutombo, yeah
Draco make 'em run-o, run that man down like he Rondo, yeah
Need a thot, need a fun ho, I need a long ass tunnel
I woke up, had to go get some money today
I'ma hit the lil' bitch with some honey today
We gon' get 'em goin' like a dummy today
Why the fuck this bitch askin' for money? No way, huh
And I can't give it to you, baby
And it's not 'cause I don't got it, baby
'Cause if I see bread, it make me crazy, huh
I'm livin' life like it's my last day
I'm fuckin' thots like it's my last day
And I don't want no need friends, get away
I don't fuck with the new trends, that shit lame
Go get me some new bands every day
Chrome Hearts on my new lens, never plain
I get high, pop a blue Xan on the plane
Wish I could be a new man, fuck the fame (Fame)
'Bout to count them, huh, yeah
'Bout to count them hundreds, 'bout to count them hundreds, huh
'Bout to count them hundreds, 'bout to count them hundreds, huh
'Bout to count them hundreds, gotta count them hundreds (Yeah)
Watch your ho, where that tongue go, Redda, he from the jungle, huh
Smoke gas like some gumbo, my money tall like Mutombo, yeah
Draco make 'em run-o, run that man down like he Rondo, yeah
Need a thot, need a fun ho, I need a long ass tunnel
I woke up, had to go get some money today
I'ma hit the lil' bitch with some honey today
We gon' get 'em goin' like a dummy today
Why the fuck this bitch askin' for money? No way, huh
And I can't give it to you, baby
And it's not 'cause I don't got it, baby
'Cause if I see bread, it make me crazy, huh
I'm livin' life like it's my last day
I'm fuckin' thots like it's my last day
And I don't want no need friends, get away
I don't fuck with the new trends, that shit lame
Go get me some new bands every day
Chrome Hearts on my new lens, never plain
I get high, pop a blue Xan on the plane
Wish I could be a new man, fuck the fame (Fame)
Written by: Redda
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