Jae Gee - Count That Bread (feat. 704 Baggz) Lyrics

Money make her wet
Whole lotta money make her wet

Count that bread
Whole lotta money make her wet

Count that bread

Count that bread
Whole lotta money make her wet
Ain't no disrespect, but a young nigga walking on red
Pounds come from the west
He send it to me just like a text
Put a 100 round on this Tec
Put these blue hundreds on ya head
Count that bread
Whole lotta money make her wet
Ain't no disrespect, but a young nigga walking on red
Pounds come from the west
He send it to me just like a text
Put a 100 round on this Tec
Put these blue hundreds on ya head

White forces now I'm walkin on water
Got em callin and they placing they order
Bread flipper from the eastside of Charlotte
Bitch I'm taxin I need 4 for a quarter
Fish scale and it got the sparkles
When they hit it, it make em bleed from they nostrils
Spent a rack for these Gucci goggles
40 on me and its filled with them hollows
She look like a model she suck and she swollow
Mix the Purple Cookie with the Gelato
This a AP this ain't a Mavado
And I cook the dope like it's Maggiano's
Roberto Cavali all on my collar
I got ya babymama in my condo
Keep a 9 on me just like I'm Rondo
I'ma ball like Lamelo or Lonzo

Count that bread
Whole lotta money make her wet
Ain't no disrespect, but a young nigga walking on red
Pounds come from the west
He send it to me just like a text
Put a 100 round on this Tec
Put these blue hundreds on ya head
Count that bread
Whole lotta money make her wet
Ain't no disrespect, but a young nigga walking on red
Pounds come from the west
He send it to me just like a text
Put a 100 round on this Tec
Put these blue hundreds on ya head

Take a lost nigga no option
Beat the work up Johnnie Cochran
Pussy ass niggas be flaugin
Where we're you when I was starvin
Sang to ya bitch like I'm Marvin
100 rounds jump out da Carbon
Red Bottoms matching da foreign
Brick on my neck that's a body
I got em geeking like molly
Count up the bread just like I'm papi
All dat they do is just copy
Niggas made up just like they Rocky
DaVinci Bally and Prada
Ice drip on me like water
Trap just got the box
First Class came from the border

Count that bread
Whole lotta money make her wet
Ain't no disrespect, but a young nigga walking on red
Pounds come from the west
He send it to me just like a text
Put a 100 round on this Tec
Put these blue hundreds on ya head
Count that bread
Whole lotta money make her wet
Ain't no disrespect, but a young nigga walking on red
Pounds come from the west
He send it to me just like a text
Put a 100 round on this Tec
Put these blue hundreds on ya head