Jhxgz - Steady Counting Lyrics

Steady counting money man the opps aint ready
Steady counting money man the opps aint ready
Calls on my line man the chops all ready
The whops all ready all this money in my belly
Serving food like a deli cliental all up on my celly
I could never be on welly checking niggas in like a telly
Hoes waiting on me like new fenty fiends drop it all off the fetty
You a runner gettin sweaty for ah petty penny
Acting hella scary moving unwary
You semi steady but you still aint ready
Get hectic when your pockets all empty man it get deadly
Might gotta hit a lick and get heavy like a big body chevy or a Bentley
Think its all gravy when they looking for you daily
They chase you like its baileys everyday gotta get wavy
Just to deal wit the envy
Got your bitch and I'm stroking no Im not provoking
Really got your bitch choking in the trap got the fiends toking
Each hit got kick like some recoil pot still smoking let it boil dry in the tin foil
Get it out the soil high heat got lots of oil
Stick around long imma fossil money so colosso
Haters so awful got em sick they need sum gravel
I need squares like the middle of a waffle high heat got lots of oil
Stick around long imma fossil money so colosso haters so awful got em sick they need gravel
I need squares middle of a waffle keep my circles small like falafel
I don't live lawful you can check my files went miles just to get piles
I'm tired of them trials got band from a whole different city
Feels like I got exiled mean while money got to go and get it so many ways to get it
Set up so many plays everyday couldn't settle for minimum wage
But I worked a job once for a bit
Tax incomes helped out the re-up a bit
Never depend onna bitch well unless she got some licks or some whops
Then we can make a couple stops just make sure its all about the Guap
Lil hoe cause I don't want you for a long time
I'm only bout the dough
Never slow down open up the door yeah
I'm trynna bring the bricks put em on the floor yeah
Yeah I need more yeah I'm just freestlying right now
All my niggas yeah they wylin now I'm sippin on this Henny
When I drink I need plenty
Bad bitch said she like me Im just gunna smash her face yeah
I aint got no grace yeah I just sip on that wine I need some grapes
Open up the blinds yeah I'm smoking on dat Loud right now
All you niggas is so quiet I don't understand why you in the room
All you niggas lying yeah yeah put the beat back on all the fiends wylin
Dropping off the fetty off the fetty money in the air look like confetti
Steady counting money man the opps aint ready
Steady counting money man the opps aint ready
Calls on my line man the chops all ready
The whops all ready
All this money in my belly
Serving food like a deli
Cliental all up on my celly