This is an instrumental song
[instrumental]
my money count money My nickname is Billy, I'm a motherfucking star My penthouse so high that my address is Mars Auto oil rig, now my bank counts Arabian
Uh, T.S.! None better Life of a hustler Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies Supplyin' customers and keep it free,
Seventeen and he got his own kilo Burning green, nigga living like Nino Riding clean wax sitting for the C-note It ain't green get it back with tha C-
no stars or stripes Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with crack pipes A vigilante gettin panties by some jaked up flake To much to count
Uhh, T.S.! None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count
, down to rock the party I be sendin' chills through yo' body And y'all ain't seen nuttin' quite like me I be gettin' down on the M-I-C Only dimepiece
and you know it, nigga Straight up All we do is the gangsta shit Y'all know what's happening Haha You can call me Lil' Meeno Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas C-Notes
[rah digga] Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh) Rah digga y'all, dirty harriet (uhh!) Kweli, xzibit, new millenium! (c'mon, check it) [all] one, two,
Low key, under the radar, triple black 'Vet, I call it the stealth No currency machine, I could count it myself Almost done, another quarter million in ones Thunder storm in the body
I call it the stealth No currency machine, I could count it myself Almost done, another quarter million in ones Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what
S.! None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money
money) Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c
] (for so long) GOne off that gangsta gangsta [x2] (and so on) [Verse 1: Natti] America loves Gottis, America loves bodies Pacino counting C-Notes for
right here motherfucker C'mon check this out GO! [Diddy:] Who the fuck talkin' money Ha ha ha funny I got so much money My money count money My nickname
scallions Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks Bankers and diplomats She the scratch on my back Her c
