2 Tall - f** Em All lyrics

[Hook] I be countin' money ‘til my thumbs hurt All my dogs ridin' with that drum work In the kitchen scrapin' up them damn pots So I can drop 80 on a damn watch Stuntin' on these n***as, like “f** ‘em all” Middle fingers in the air, like “f** ‘em all” They don't wanna see me ball - f** ‘em all f** ‘em all - motherf** ‘em all [Verse 1] Put that on Jehovah, n***a, never goin' broke Twenty Jesus pieces, crackers think I'm sellin' dope Rollie presidential, I encourage you to vote My pistol named Molly, pop it ‘til you overdose Ain't no time for a hater – got a date with the paper Weigh the money then bag it – cop a watch out of Jacob Treat the Porsche like a bucket, back in the day owned a Cutla** My watch is so disrespectful, haters so disappointed So what the f** is you talkin'? Tell them pussies I'm ballin' Got a suite at the Ritz, I'm f**in' somebody's daughter Keep a Ray Allen with me, all hail to the shooter Hit the strip club, n***a – spread the rough like a rumor You know… [Hook] I be countin' money ‘til my thumbs hurt All my dogs ridin' with that drum work In the kitchen scrapin' up them damn pots So I can drop 80 on a damn watch Stuntin' on these n***as, like “f** ‘em all” Middle fingers in the air, like “f** ‘em all” They don't wanna see me ball - f** ‘em all f** ‘em all - motherf** ‘em all [Verse 2] Blowin' money stuntin' screamin' motherf** a budget 458 Ferrai function, soon I'll hit the bu*ton A couple engine revers, bet you have it comin', s** it A chopper in the trunk, my cousin he don't do discussions Count the dough ‘til I'm dead, f** the judge and the Feds First check, n***a blew it – hundred thousand advance f** that play money, n***a – spit the grip on the villa Virgin Islands we livin', eatin' lobster and fritters Them n***as hate that I got it, most my b**hes exotic Pullin' up in the foreign, I bet that dope is provided I know you see me with my j**els on I die today, then put some diamonds on my tomb stone f** boy – until then… [Hook] I be countin' money ‘til my thumbs hurt All my dogs ridin' with that drum work In the kitchen scrapin' up them damn pots So I can drop 80 on a damn watch Stuntin' on these n***as, like “f** ‘em all” Middle fingers in the air, like “f** ‘em all” They don't wanna see me ball - f** ‘em all f** ‘em all - motherf** ‘em all