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Oh my gosh, Vonte
BenjiCold, why you icy?
I got XanGang
Got Neimxn
Got Vonte, got me, n*gga

[Chorus: Vonte*]
Baby, where you wanna go?
Let's go run up some dough
I got 16 in the damn pole
Please don't hit me ain't 'bout dough
Don't sip no whisky pour me a four
She want to kiss me I'm like no
Can't stay with me you gotta go
I'm serving the Whitney like my n*gga Joe, yeah
Count up I need more
Count up I need more, yeah
Count up I need more
Count up I need more, yeah
Count up I need more
Count up I need more, yeah
Count up I need more
Count up I need more

[Verse 1: Vonte*]
Yeah, coolin' with Benji
Ha, counting some benji's
I need the bands you know, ha
Ball out, yeah, two-four, ha
Let's go count some dough, ha
Let's go count some bread
Hit the back door, oh I just seen the feds
[?] who this .40 gon catch, ha
These n*ggas clones
I know that these n*ggas broke
I know he ain't got no money
And his n*ggas funny
That lil boy he bummy
And his b*tch so dusty
Look like he is musty
Backwood full of musty
[Chorus: Vonte*]
Baby, where you wanna go?
Let's go run up some dough
I got 16 in the damn pole
Please don't hit me ain't 'bout dough
Don't sip no whisky pour me a four
She want to kiss me I'm like no
Can't stay with me you gotta go
I'm serving the Whitney like my n*gga Joe, yeah
Count up I need more
Count up I need more, yeah
Count up I need more
Count up I need more, yeah
Count up I need more
Count up I need more, yeah
Count up I need more, ha
Count up I need more

[Verse 2: BenjiCold]
Lil n*gga I'm 16, yeah, uh
Ice on me bling bling
I got a lil b*tch and she sing sing
I went to Tokyo then I got lean lean
[?]
Feel like Michael Jackson, hee-hee
I just want all the damn cheese
I walk in the trap and I shoot like I'm Kobe
I'm in the car, oh sh*t, my windows tinted
I f*ck your b*tch, haha, then I f*cking finish
I wake up in the morning, yes, the bag I get it
All this [?] like a damn [?]
But I just want the f*cking bag
I make beats and I got to go to class
I can never be a f*cking slow ass
She so broke, n*gga, go get the cash
[Chorus: Vonte*]
Baby, where you wanna go?
Let's go run up some dough
I got 16 in the damn pole
Please don't hit me ain't 'bout dough
Don't sip no whisky pour me a four
She want to kiss me I'm like no
Can't stay with me you gotta go
I'm serving the Whitney like my n*gga Joe, yeah
Count up I need more
Count up I need more, yeah
Count up I need more
Count up I need more, yeah
Count up I need more
Count up I need more, yeah
Count up I need more, ha
Count up I need more