Ayy I can't chase a bitch I'm too busy chasin' money down
Racin' to the chicken I barely come around
Before I trick I'ma throw it in the stash baby
If you f*ck up the bag I'm on your ass baby
Duckin' goofies countin' blueys
F*ck how you feel come and sue me
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ducked off countin' blueys
I can't love no bitch nah-uh
Like I love these blueys
I be in the cut
Tryna move the load
Ayy I'm Andy Reid
We gon' score the goal
We gon' run it in
And score some more
I ain't slingin' dick
To no hood rat that ain't catchin' mail
And I ain't payin' no bills
At no bitch house ain't got CDLs
I'ma play the game
Like the NFL
I'm from Kansas City
Like Pat and Kel's
Ayy
We gon' get it in
We gon' spin these blocks
We gon' try to cram it
Break the money counter
Bitch I'm from the show me
Put it on the counter
Ayy
I can't chase a bitch
I'm too busy chasin' money down
Racin' to the chicken I barely come around
Before I trick
I'ma throw it in the stash baby
If you f*ck up the bag I'm on your ass baby
Duckin' goofies countin' blueys
F*ck how you feel
Come and sue me
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ayy I dipped off Lil' hoe wasn't bout her cash
I was in some fast
I always got somewhere to be
I be in my bag
I be in my weed jar pullin' out big Zi
Hold up while I roll up this back
Headed to a play or two stone cold player too
I know haters don't last
Soon as I jumped off the plane said Mashallah really come from the game
I remember goin' back in the refund it was too much cut on the cane
I remember gettin' it out the dirt
Runnin' through the purp puttin' sluts on the blade
Today I did salmon lasagna
I'm feelin' amazing
Had a lil' don on the rocks for all my guys that died from them blocks
Fresh nigga came out the mud but Inshallah I die on top
Barely got time
Fulltime grind
O.T. firing up top
Duckin' them goofies
Chasin' this paper
Niggas ain't cryin' over thots
Ayy
I can't chase a bitch
I'm too busy chasin' money down
Racin' to the chicken I barely come around
Before I trick
I'ma throw it in the stash baby
If you f*ck up the bag I'm on your ass baby
Duckin' goofies countin' blueys
F*ck how you feel
Come and sue me
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ducked off countin' blueys
Kush Lamma - Countin' Blueys Lyrics
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Ayy I can't chase a bitch I'm too busy chasin' money down
Racin' to the chicken I barely come around
Before I trick I'ma throw it in the stash baby
If you f*ck up the bag I'm on your ass baby
Duckin' goofies countin' blueys
F*ck how you feel come and sue me
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ducked off countin' blueys
I can't love no bitch nah-uh
Like I love these blueys
I be in the cut
Tryna move the load
Ayy I'm Andy Reid
We gon' score the goal
We gon' run it in
And score some more
I ain't slingin' dick
To no hood rat that ain't catchin' mail
And I ain't payin' no bills
At no bitch house ain't got CDLs
I'ma play the game
Like the NFL
I'm from Kansas City
Like Pat and Kel's
Ayy
We gon' get it in
We gon' spin these blocks
We gon' try to cram it
Break the money counter
Bitch I'm from the show me
Put it on the counter
Ayy
I can't chase a bitch
I'm too busy chasin' money down
Racin' to the chicken I barely come around
Before I trick
I'ma throw it in the stash baby
If you f*ck up the bag I'm on your ass baby
Duckin' goofies countin' blueys
F*ck how you feel
Come and sue me
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ayy I dipped off Lil' hoe wasn't bout her cash
I was in some fast
I always got somewhere to be
I be in my bag
I be in my weed jar pullin' out big Zi
Hold up while I roll up this back
Headed to a play or two stone cold player too
I know haters don't last
Soon as I jumped off the plane said Mashallah really come from the game
I remember goin' back in the refund it was too much cut on the cane
I remember gettin' it out the dirt
Runnin' through the purp puttin' sluts on the blade
Today I did salmon lasagna
I'm feelin' amazing
Had a lil' don on the rocks for all my guys that died from them blocks
Fresh nigga came out the mud but Inshallah I die on top
Barely got time
Fulltime grind
O.T. firing up top
Duckin' them goofies
Chasin' this paper
Niggas ain't cryin' over thots
Ayy
I can't chase a bitch
I'm too busy chasin' money down
Racin' to the chicken I barely come around
Before I trick
I'ma throw it in the stash baby
If you f*ck up the bag I'm on your ass baby
Duckin' goofies countin' blueys
F*ck how you feel
Come and sue me
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ducked off countin' blueys
Racin' to the chicken I barely come around
Before I trick I'ma throw it in the stash baby
If you f*ck up the bag I'm on your ass baby
Duckin' goofies countin' blueys
F*ck how you feel come and sue me
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ducked off countin' blueys
I can't love no bitch nah-uh
Like I love these blueys
I be in the cut
Tryna move the load
Ayy I'm Andy Reid
We gon' score the goal
We gon' run it in
And score some more
I ain't slingin' dick
To no hood rat that ain't catchin' mail
And I ain't payin' no bills
At no bitch house ain't got CDLs
I'ma play the game
Like the NFL
I'm from Kansas City
Like Pat and Kel's
Ayy
We gon' get it in
We gon' spin these blocks
We gon' try to cram it
Break the money counter
Bitch I'm from the show me
Put it on the counter
Ayy
I can't chase a bitch
I'm too busy chasin' money down
Racin' to the chicken I barely come around
Before I trick
I'ma throw it in the stash baby
If you f*ck up the bag I'm on your ass baby
Duckin' goofies countin' blueys
F*ck how you feel
Come and sue me
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ayy I dipped off Lil' hoe wasn't bout her cash
I was in some fast
I always got somewhere to be
I be in my bag
I be in my weed jar pullin' out big Zi
Hold up while I roll up this back
Headed to a play or two stone cold player too
I know haters don't last
Soon as I jumped off the plane said Mashallah really come from the game
I remember goin' back in the refund it was too much cut on the cane
I remember gettin' it out the dirt
Runnin' through the purp puttin' sluts on the blade
Today I did salmon lasagna
I'm feelin' amazing
Had a lil' don on the rocks for all my guys that died from them blocks
Fresh nigga came out the mud but Inshallah I die on top
Barely got time
Fulltime grind
O.T. firing up top
Duckin' them goofies
Chasin' this paper
Niggas ain't cryin' over thots
Ayy
I can't chase a bitch
I'm too busy chasin' money down
Racin' to the chicken I barely come around
Before I trick
I'ma throw it in the stash baby
If you f*ck up the bag I'm on your ass baby
Duckin' goofies countin' blueys
F*ck how you feel
Come and sue me
Ducked off countin' blueys
Ducked off countin' blueys
Writer: Kush Lamma, David Rose
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid