I'm countin' paper when I'm dreamin'
Yeah
To the song you bumpin' every f*ckin' weekend
Whoa
And you still playin'
Yeah
Don't forget about the life before we made it
Whoa
But we made it
Roll a spliff tight
Pass to the left gon' get right
Uh, what it sound like?
Underground shit broad daylight
All I really care about now is gettin' paid
Bitch get out the way
Real shit
Imma grab my check from the second
I step off stage
Mamacita mamacita
Put it down on me
Bad lil chica
Come ride for me
Workin' Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Thursday Friday
But the weekends mine
I'm countin' paper when I'm dreamin'
Yeah
To the song you bumpin' every f*ckin' weekend
Whoa
And you still playin'
Yeah
Don't forget about the life before we made it
Whoa
But we made it
Shits simple
I got money all on my mental
Had to go get a bag now I can spend it all
With my kinfolk
Bottoms up team f*ck sleep
College girls sippin' bubbly
And they love me
Love to throw my cash make it rain so hard
Can't see damn
Shout out to my team, shout out to my team
How many young motha f*cka like me get
To say that they live they dream
Big Nate so wild, so don't try to cop my style
When I pop out with a bad bitch flown in from the
Virgin Isles
Married to the game on a honeymoon (Wife)
Brand new drip comin' soon (Right)
I like my girls with tattoos
And I rep my set what that cash do
Gold chain with a wrist to match and a brand new pair of Jay's
I was down and out for a minute now but I knew that I'd find a way
Hey!
I'm countin' paper when I'm dreamin'
Yeah
To the song you bumpin' every f*ckin' weekend
Whoa
And you still playin'
Yeah
Don't forget about the life before we made it
Whoa
But we made it
Nate Mosley - Summer '16 Lyrics
Nate Mosley - Summer '16 Lyrics
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I'm countin' paper when I'm dreamin'
Yeah
To the song you bumpin' every f*ckin' weekend
Whoa
And you still playin'
Yeah
Don't forget about the life before we made it
Whoa
But we made it
Roll a spliff tight
Pass to the left gon' get right
Uh, what it sound like?
Underground shit broad daylight
All I really care about now is gettin' paid
Bitch get out the way
Real shit
Imma grab my check from the second
I step off stage
Mamacita mamacita
Put it down on me
Bad lil chica
Come ride for me
Workin' Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Thursday Friday
But the weekends mine
I'm countin' paper when I'm dreamin'
Yeah
To the song you bumpin' every f*ckin' weekend
Whoa
And you still playin'
Yeah
Don't forget about the life before we made it
Whoa
But we made it
Shits simple
I got money all on my mental
Had to go get a bag now I can spend it all
With my kinfolk
Bottoms up team f*ck sleep
College girls sippin' bubbly
And they love me
Love to throw my cash make it rain so hard
Can't see damn
Shout out to my team, shout out to my team
How many young motha f*cka like me get
To say that they live they dream
Big Nate so wild, so don't try to cop my style
When I pop out with a bad bitch flown in from the
Virgin Isles
Married to the game on a honeymoon (Wife)
Brand new drip comin' soon (Right)
I like my girls with tattoos
And I rep my set what that cash do
Gold chain with a wrist to match and a brand new pair of Jay's
I was down and out for a minute now but I knew that I'd find a way
Hey!
I'm countin' paper when I'm dreamin'
Yeah
To the song you bumpin' every f*ckin' weekend
Whoa
And you still playin'
Yeah
Don't forget about the life before we made it
Whoa
But we made it
Yeah
To the song you bumpin' every f*ckin' weekend
Whoa
And you still playin'
Yeah
Don't forget about the life before we made it
Whoa
But we made it
Roll a spliff tight
Pass to the left gon' get right
Uh, what it sound like?
Underground shit broad daylight
All I really care about now is gettin' paid
Bitch get out the way
Real shit
Imma grab my check from the second
I step off stage
Mamacita mamacita
Put it down on me
Bad lil chica
Come ride for me
Workin' Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Thursday Friday
But the weekends mine
I'm countin' paper when I'm dreamin'
Yeah
To the song you bumpin' every f*ckin' weekend
Whoa
And you still playin'
Yeah
Don't forget about the life before we made it
Whoa
But we made it
Shits simple
I got money all on my mental
Had to go get a bag now I can spend it all
With my kinfolk
Bottoms up team f*ck sleep
College girls sippin' bubbly
And they love me
Love to throw my cash make it rain so hard
Can't see damn
Shout out to my team, shout out to my team
How many young motha f*cka like me get
To say that they live they dream
Big Nate so wild, so don't try to cop my style
When I pop out with a bad bitch flown in from the
Virgin Isles
Married to the game on a honeymoon (Wife)
Brand new drip comin' soon (Right)
I like my girls with tattoos
And I rep my set what that cash do
Gold chain with a wrist to match and a brand new pair of Jay's
I was down and out for a minute now but I knew that I'd find a way
Hey!
I'm countin' paper when I'm dreamin'
Yeah
To the song you bumpin' every f*ckin' weekend
Whoa
And you still playin'
Yeah
Don't forget about the life before we made it
Whoa
But we made it
Writer: Nathan Mosley
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