Charli Baltimore Hunnid Lyrics

Feat. Trick Trick & Cash Paid

(Hook)
Lets go count these hundids
Lets go count these hundids
I'm stacking all my money
Lets go count these hundids
Lets go count these hundids
I'm stacking all my money

(Verse)
4-5, extra clip, from the left, blue crib
Black talent, blue tips, oh, shit, don't trip
It's only trigger, I ain't even known that tip,
Hustle with the motors, I dunno if you noticed it
BMB back on that shit, they know that shit,
That no fries, that no that shit
Clear the house out, lonely this
Neighbors howling that holy shit!
Time to pay for that package, that mac betta start actin'
The fact that I can retract and take your life back
And wrap it all forty
Wist you stop talking that bullshit
Pimp a nigga, like pimp a nigga, stuck a sucka back in that corner
Shit, goon squad mafia. If it ain't this, it's forfeited
Boss man for them gold getters, low niggas that ride on you
Home niggas, you know, nigga

(Hook)
Lets go count these hundids
Lets go count these hundids
I'm stacking all my money
Lets go count these hundids
Lets go count these hundids
I'm stacking all my money

(Verse)
New deals on two heels, four wheeler on two wheels
Niggas gone off them blue pills, and them purp tens and them Seroquels
Slim shit, gangsta squad, masked up, gangsta rod
BMW to extract the mob, take it from the soft shit, back to hard
Screaming hell ya, it's pop music
Niggas pop them guns to it
Take your Glock and we run to it
Take my pills and we come to
I'm puffin' hooghey in my back seat
Wind up niggas, you wanna call it the track neat
Sign up niggas and some will call it the payback
My dudes run trains on your hoes, all in the Maybach
Stay back, you in the fire zone
You know what's cookin' in the fire zone
No fly zone, we fire zone