Lil Gray – Woosa / / Money Counter lyrics

[Part I: Woosa]
Aye

[Hook]
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Hit the pussy right, make that bitch say 'woosa'
I can't spend the night, baby girl, I gotta do stuff
Change her whole life, got that bitch doing new stuff
In a two door Audi, like some Mexicans, 'cuz we cooped up

[Verse]
Pullin' off fast, just be careful, you might lose us
If it ain't about cash, then I don't even wanna do it
Nigga, my bad, I just shitted, thought I pooted
Don't be late for class, I'm the teacher, you the student
You can call me dad 'cuz the way that I influence
I heard you're on your last, I'm a plug, I can reboot 'em
But I heard you talkin' bad so I'ma fuck around and shoot him
Heard these bitches want a bag, but be fuckin' round with goofies

[Hook]
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Hit the pussy right, make that bitch say 'woosa'
I can't spend the night, baby girl, I gotta do stuff
Change her whole life, got that bitch doing new stuff
In a two door Audi, like some Mexicans, 'cuz we cooped up

[Part II: Money Counter]
[Hook]
One, two, lace up my shoes
Three, four, gotta lock the back door
Five, six, pick up them sticks
Seven, eight, we lay 'em straight
But when I talk about P's, I ain't talking 'bout pounds
I was on the dark net buying profiles
And if a nigga wanna beef, bring a hundred-plus rounds
Niggas don't drop pins 'cuz we knockin' shit down
Swear you dripping, but you drownin'
Feh, feh, feh, money counter

[Verse 1]
Just appear, no announcements
Get my money, then I'm bouncing
It's always sunny when you solid
Not in pockets, fuck a wallet
I want the commas, I want the millions
I let my white bitch count, she's Scicilian
This shit a business, nothing is personal
Really be shooting, nothing is virtual
We can get busy, I follow demands
You just a pussy, take nine of your lives
Don't gamble with your life, it's not like lives
Roll them dice, just might die
Niggas soft, and I go hard
Fucking bitches, off of fraud
Free TaeDawg,'cuz that's my boy
And thraxxx pack, I bring the noise
I make fast cash, keep it going
Beat the block like I'm on 'roids
Beat the block like fuckin' Floyd
Makin' money bring me joy
Makin' green makes me cheese
Makin' it happen makes me happy

[Hook]
One, two, lace up my shoes
Three, four, gotta lock the back door
Five, six, pick up them sticks
Seven, eight, we lay 'em straight
But when I talk about P's, I ain't talking 'bout pounds
I was on the dark net buying profiles
And if a nigga wanna beef, bring a hundred-plus rounds
Niggas don't drop pins 'cuz we knockin' shit down
Swear you dripping, but you drownin'
Feh, feh, feh, money counter

[Verse 2]
These pussies poor, they acting sore
Grab the stick to check the door
Might take his shit, then go on tour
Matte black Hellcat, let it roar
The shit I cop not at the stores
Talk like a cop, beam on your porch
Said it's me in the streets, nigga, not at court
Jewish lawyer, he's a beast, told me call him Mort
On a race to the C.R.E.A.M., getting cash a sport
Passin' out swag, passin' out gas
See you in the streets, I'ma pass out
That's how hard I laugh, aye

[Hook]
One, two, lace up my shoes
Three, four, gotta lock the back door
Five, six, pick up them sticks
Seven, eight, we lay 'em straight
But when I talk about P's, I ain't talking 'bout pounds
I was on the dark net buying profiles
And if a nigga wanna beef, bring a hundred-plus rounds
Niggas don't drop pins 'cuz we knockin' shit down
Swear you dripping, but you drownin'
Feh, feh, feh, money counter