Washed My Hands lyrics

[Intro]
(Are you in the mafia?)
(Meech)
Whew

[Chorus]
The money counter jammed, gotta count this sh*t by hand (Beep)
It feel like SummerSlam, how I'm wrestlin' with these bands
Can I make a brick? Yes, I can (Yes, I can, b*tch)
Tell me, do you want this sh*t brown, do you want it tan? (How you want it?)
Tell me, do you wanna f*ck a boss, or do you got man? (Huh?)
n*gga, have you ever got spooked when you seen a van?
n*gga, have you ever lost count runnin' through them bands? (Them racks)
I don't f*ck with fake-ass n*ggas, I done washed my hands (I done washed my hands)

[Verse 1]
n*ggas ain't got no pape', I don't understand (I don't get it)
I don't sell weed, I gave the plug to my mans (Here)
Im only f*ckin' with that H, I put him in his bag (Grr)
I'm f*ckin' on a baddie, got my exes mad (Mwah)
I only wear Amiri, you can check the tag (Look at this sh*t)
'Bout to hit up Saks, spend them racks (Spend them racks)
I only want your b*tch for one night, you can get her back (Come get this ho)
This lil' freaky b*tch take her knees, put 'em on her hands
And she say her best friend a freak, put her on my mans (Mwah)
Can I hit your b*tch? Yes, I can (Yes, I can, n*gga)
I just hit a freaky-ass b*tch, wasn't even in the plans (Haha)
I don't even know the b*tch name, but she look like a Jaz (Whew)
Pretty-ass face, no waist with a lot of ass
Good brains with the booty, she a freaky lookin' college grad (Yeah)
I want the smoke with these n*ggas, I'ma hit the stash (I want all the smoke)
Fetty, fetty, where you at? I got some doggy, doggy (Grr)
That's another fifty racks, yeah, when doggy caught me (When doggy caught me)
b*tch, I'm in the mafia, don't call me Paulie (Hell nah)
I just put on probation, they just took me off it (I just got off that sh*t)
I know your b*tch got skeletons inside her closet (She freaky as hell)
When she on this di*k, I can't get her off it (On no cap)
Want the bag on me? Gotta get it off me (Whew)
Went to Cali, flew the bag home and you know I caught it (And you know I caught it)
[Chorus]
The money counter jammed, gotta count this sh*t by hand (Beep)
It feel like SummerSlam, how I'm wrestlin' with these bands
Can I make a brick? Yes, I can (Yes, I can, b*tch)
Tell me, do you want this sh*t brown, do you want it tan? (How you want it?)
Tell me, do you wanna f*ck a boss, or do you got man? (Huh?)
n*gga, have you ever got spooked when you seen a van?
n*gga, have you ever lost count runnin' through them bands? (Them racks)
I don't f*ck with fake-ass n*ggas, I done washed my hands (I done washed my hands)

[Verse 2]
Show up with the blues like I'm Snoop Dogg (Like I'm Snoop Dogg)
And you know I got the red nose, call me Rudolph (Grr)
Shoot a shot at a n*gga b*tch, I don't hoop, dog (Mwah)
Rack alert, I'm 'bout to throw a band ('Bout to throw a band)
The way Damedot blow the money, need a money fan
I don't rap about sellin' weed, but call me Money Man (Nah)
You can catch me on the humbug, out on a hundred bands (Hundred racks)
b*tch say I know her n*gga, that's my other, other mans (Oh, that's my dog)
Mike Amiri purple jeans, I don't wear no other pants (Nah)
Can I put you on? Yes, I can (Yes, I can, n*gga)
Sign with RGS, you get fifty thousand in advance (RGS)
I just flew a smooth-ass b*tch in from Japan (Whew)
I just put a tax on a bag like I'm Uncle Sam (I need mines)
Take a b*tch where she wanna go and make her pay the tab (Yeah)
This P sh*t run through my veins, got the gift of Gaz (Got the gift of Gaz)
(Meech)
[Chorus]
The money counter jammed, gotta count this sh*t by hand (Beep)
It feel like SummerSlam, how I'm wrestlin' with these bands
Can I make a brick? Yes, I can (Yes, I can, b*tch)
Tell me, do you want this sh*t brown, do you want it tan? (How you want it?)
Tell me, do you wanna f*ck a boss, or do you got man? (Huh?)
n*gga, have you ever got spooked when you seen a van? (Hell nah)
n*gga, have you ever lost count runnin' through them bands? (Them racks)
I don't f*ck with fake-ass n*ggas, I done washed my hands (I done washed my hands)