) [Chorus] Money all day, count money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money
, count money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all, money
count money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all, money
Sox I get money to kill time, big clocks Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k Empty the clip than roll a window up Swe-swe-swe-sweet, center bun
, put it down [Bun B - Verse 2] They know Ia??m on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status I elevate the crime My time is money so I put some money
' money Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') [Verse 2 - Bun B
down, put it down [Bun B - Verse 2] They know I'm on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status I elevate the crime My time is money so I put some money
I shot Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself And I hate rats so I dugg a ditch for myself what [Chorus] [Bun B:] Well it's the king of the trill Bun B
Martin Luther I don't ever play but I'm in the game, lady They just loose to love, those are tennis games, lady Have you countin' money goin' duffel
Ladies and gentlemen!) Just pull up on your stop 'n' go's This is the way we stop and go Don't block my way, we stop the show [Bun B - Verse 1] Please
paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair [Bun B] Go down to Texas, represented by long lines and G's Where niggas'll fuck you out cho' money, yo mind
6:30 I'm wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the
Yea uhhhhhh Below that mason dixon my residence dirty south confederate aye we should hold elections i say bun b for president he represent them
Uh-uh Ha! Yeah Nigga, aye Yeah, uh Below that mason dixon my residence, dirty South Confederate Aye, we should hold elections, I say Bun B for president
(with Bun B) [Bun B - Verse 1] Now when it come to making money I'm a printing press When it come to being Trill I'm a litmus test I run it like a fitness
okay [x6] You can run an tell my city I'm on [x6] You can run an tell my city it's on [Bun B:] Bun B King of the Trill also one of the dopest, Whether
rapper on Myspace with more friends than Tom One for the money, two for the count Riding in a vehicle I can't even pronouce S.O.D. Money Gang, money
