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[intro]
uh, i wish you’d have done what i want, uh, uh (uh, i love you, kxvi)
uh, i wish you’d have done what i want (blatt, blatt, let’s go, orsix)
uh (pfft), uh, another one, uh
n*gga (uh, uh, uh, uh), it’s mook

[chorus]
count the money until i get bored (get bored)
man, these broke n*ggas get on my nerves
man down, he can put on a shirt (grrah)
we know them n*ggas ain’t puttin’ in the work (uh*uh)
he probably mad ’bout a b*tch who averse
i seen my dog in the back of that he*rs*
look at my heart, tryna jump out of the shirt (godd*mn)
i was just tryna go jump out of the ‘vert
i was just tryna go get me a check (skrrt)
tryna get it, tryna get it, i know (yeah)
stacked the money, had to let it get old
back to robbin’ if it ever get low
i’m with the j’s, the strippers and fiends (frrt, beep)
pinky ring like a championship ring
let ’em ring, let them choppers ring
she want a trapper, i ain’t a trapper
she want a rapper, i ain’t a rapper

[interlude]
i am the one that influenced these n*ggas
and it still ain’t no love for a n*gga (no love)
i be tryna not to k!ll me a n*gga
jump out the porsche, had a 380 stick, that’s before they made gun with a switch (uh*huh)
n*ggas is mad, we on a trip
i ain’t even trippin’
she tryna come just to see how i’m livin’ (woah)
[verse]
she go to school had to pay her tuition
d*mn, i ain’t been broke in a minute
i leave the house, gotta move different
i put this sh*t in my lungs, now i’m trippin’ (i’m trippin’, i’m trippin’)
look at how they love turned to hate
i bought the rollie to f*ck up the face
get in my feelings and shoot up the place (grrah)
i don’t know why they be doin’ me wrong
actin’ like i ain’t been puttin’ them on (on)
i am the king of these n*ggas, i know (d*mn)
i get ’em k!lled with the money, i blow (i blow*blow)
run a bag, all a young n*gga know (know)
sh*t on these n*ggas, don’t ever get old (old)
i had to put this sh*t off for the bro (bro)
i had to turn up on n*ggas i know (know)
i push a b*tton on n*ggas i know

[chorus]
count the money until i get bored
man, these broke n*ggas get on my nerves
man down, he can put on a shirt
we know them n*ggas ain’t puttin’ in the work
he probably mad ’bout a b*tch who averse
i seen my dog in the back of that he*rs* (uh*huh)
look at my heart, tryna jump out of the shirt (uh*uh)
i was just tryna go jump out of the ‘vert (let’s go)
i was just tryna go get me a check
tryna get it, tryna get it, i know (know*know)
stacked the money, had to let it get old (old*old)
back to robbin’ if it ever get low (get low*low)
i’m with the j’s, the strippers and fiends
pinky ring like a championship ring (bling, bling)
let ’em ring, let them choppers ring (ring, ring)
she want a trapper, i ain’t a trapper (d*mn)
she want a rapper, i ain’t a rapper
[outro]
i am the one that influenced these n*ggas
and it still ain’t no love for a n*gga
i be tryna not to k!ll me a n*gga
jump out the porsche, had a 380 stick, that’s before they made gun with a switch
n*ggas is mad, we on a trip
i ain’t even trippin’
she tryna come just to see how i’m livin’

- mook tbg lyrics

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