They Can't Count Lyrics

Yeah, you gotta get them paid (I don′t wanna fall in love)
Yeah, you gotta pay to get them knocked off, nigga
(I just wanna have some fun, yeah) money on his head
How much? Send that shit!
(I don't wanna fall in love)
(I just wanna have some fun)

Hm, ay, I just wanna have me some fun spending money
I′m talking 'bout spend that shit
Cadillac Vetro, sounding like a Trackhawk
Hitting these corners, bending this bitch
Yeah, you gotta pay to get him knocked off
Money on his head, how much? Send that shit
Yeah, nigga, send that shit right now
Nigga, send that shit
Spent too much money on guns
My mama told me back then, that was dumb
My daddy told me, "Go get 'em"
These niggas will kill for all of that jewelry
And when you get money, these hos get curious
I ain′t got no phone, but the flight was Spirit
I take that back, I just put a bitch on Delta
Soon as she got here, naked
Now, I don′t look at none of these niggas like competition
And I'm gifted, just got recognition
I lifted Buddha, Georgia Peach
Her pussy wet like Florida Beach
Gotta keep my foot on their neck so a nigga can′t breathe
Begging me, say "please"
So you think I'm a rapper, right?
On the blog, say "cheese"
Had to tell him keep going, nigga, don′t stop, keep dropping
Fuck them niggas, stay out of main, watch you get bigger
I'm me, I′m back, they all be little
He might thought I was playing
I told this nigga, don't put his hands on my sister
Pulled up on him, he tried to pace
Is you serious? Dabbed in his face
Impatient right now, I've been humble too long
Time to go get the bag, secure that bitch
And take this shit back home, can′t be lackin′
A nigga take me from my kids, I did no wrong
All that shit you talk
You better not never leave your shit at home, pussy
I just went bought me some brand-new jewelry
In traffic, sliding like Fast and Furious
How many watches you got?
'Bout two, three, two on the way
Just flew to New York, bought two in a day
You with me, then we stuck, nigga
Your opp, my opp, piss off, nigga
Death before dishonor
Say that before we hit the corner
I really been playing the bench, watching the game
I want the money, they want the fame
They want the chain, and they want the watch
I want the cars, the house, the Glocks

I want the guns that came with the box
The choppers and drums that came with the stock
I′m having fun, they counting me out
These niggas so dumb, they can't even count
I want the guns that came with the box
Choppers and drums that came with the stock
I′m having fun, they counting me out
These niggas so dumb, they can't even count
(Can′t even count)