Jeezy, Scrilla - Count It On The Floor lyrics

Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
There go a bag full of
Money knocking at the door
He say he just ran out, he need a couple more
I'm bout’ to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
There go a bag full of
Money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor

Big bag of rubber bands by the night stand
In the wee wee hours I'm the night man
Whip a college tuition with my right hand
Can you drop it old school
You got the right man
Get them 20’s off the floor
I'm getting fly today
And you ain't gotta even sell
Them they just fly away
Cut that motherfucker off, no ceiling fan
When you catch me in the coupe
No ceiling man
Make the motherfuckers watch me like showtime
Johnny Depp, cinemax, bitch it’s blow time
Nigga guess what I’m is, bank teller
You know my partner got the lean
Drink seller

Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
There go a bag full of
Money knocking at the door
He say he just ran out, he need a couple more
I'm bout’ to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
There go a bag full of
Money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor

I'm a real motherfucker I get many cash
I let the money do the
Talking I ain't gotta brag
I stuff 10 000 in these jeans
To make these true religions sag
Bitch who you kidding that's bout
50 in that Louis bag
Name a stripper in the club
That don't know my name
Bitch got the tripping when they
Mention about no lying game
Now that's a damn shame
How these bitches trip
She holla fuck my baby daddy
I'm gonna leave with him
She say this scrilla’s girl
He fuck with white and jeezy and them
Since he signed his deal he act
Funny I think I’m leaving him
Bitch your chance slim
Quit all that jaw-jacking
I threw a thousand on the floor
And told em’ make It happen

Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
There go a bag full of
Money knocking at the door
He say he just ran out, he need a couple more
I'm bout’ to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
There go a bag full of
Money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor

24 7 like the food mart
New rarri thang treat it like a go-kart
600 horses that's a lot of power
Niggas fronting affect me because
They really sour
We in camosas spent that hay stack
A cool hundred thousand long
That’s a hay stack
And my block look like a race track
I’m jimmy Johnson lapping niggas
Gunning on the gas
On the floor with miss ass
Counting up them bands
I can catch the bag blind
Folded I got great hands clear the set
Count it up onto the next shift
Come get this shit too many trash
Bags off in this bitch

Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
There go a bag full of
Money knocking at the door
He say he just ran out, he need a couple more
I'm bout’ to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
There go a bag full of
Money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor