Count Dineros. Video (MV)

Vyrlu Made This We in the latest coupe
Hit one then we saving 2 Felt it he went Ah Ah Nigga ain't no saving you
Roll the window Fa Fa nigga we straight flaming you
You definitely don't got it, what the f*ck, the point in staining you
When I hop in my bag, I head right for the T.O.P. like Peek-A-Boo
Bitch, I've been so intertwined money conversations, what I'm eager to
Why the f*ck would you thug in the streets, don't, don't know a thing or two
I'm the type of nigga get around, teach you a thing or two
Big money, I count dineros, can't get a piece of this
And Brody got a new oou, can't even reach for this
Show it off like, uh, who want smoke, we send them thangs at ya
I just look, and, wonder how could you change on me I was getting to the, yeah, you can't put blame on me I Was getting to the, yeah, you can't put the blame on me
We all went to jail, niggas took a L Oh, well, why you pointing fingers, you at fault as well
Oh, yeah, I go and get the money, don't dream about the fame
Hell, yeah, I put a .25 in a Bob Marley Hell, yeah, mix it with the grabs, mix it with the oou
Oh, yeah, I get the f*cking potion, had to put it down Oh, man, addicted to the green, red, had to put it all to bed
Swerving till the A-M, overdose might leave me dead I had lost a couple friends, but they want my real friends
Envy filled up in they head, wish I felt the hate then Wish I felt the hate then, envy all up in they head
Niggas want me f*cking dead Why the f*ck would you want me f*cking dead
I should spin back and just bust they f*cking head
We in the latest coupe, hit one then we saving, 2
Felt it he went, ah, ah, nigga, ain't no saving you Roll the window, Fa, Fa, nigga, we straight flaming you
You definitely don't got it, what the f*ck, the point in staining You come around me acting crazy, I'ma flame you