1st - 5th

I told them Live every day like the first through the fifth Try to keep countin' money 'til it hurt my wrist ('Til it hurt my wrist) yeah, 'til it hurt my wrist They ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit, shit Seven days a week, don't switch They ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit (They ain't talkin' 'bout a shit) nah, they ain't talkin' bout a shit Try to keep countin' money 'til it hurt my wrist, hurt my wrist Weird thing I ever rappin' bout, yeah, I meant The songs that I be singin' from the dope that I was slingin' Started off hot, but now I think I'm freezin' Oh, you don't believe me, look, I'm colder than a penguin I'm poppin' like a soda, from here to Sarasota The money my cologne, baby girl, I thought I told ya Way before I rapped, I used to sell that drone Ask my brother, I did that when I was 12 years old Tell me why my P.O. keep askin' bout the Wismo Told her the only thing that makes me high is the C-note And I can get those even when I'm out of tune Please go get the gold, the color up in Mountain Dew Live every day like the first through the fifth Try to keep countin' money 'til it hurt my wrist ('Til it hurt my wrist) yeah, 'til it hurt my wrist They ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit, shit Seven days a week, don't switch They ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit (They ain't talkin' bout a shit) nah, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit Try to keep countin' money 'til it hurt my wrist, hurt my wrist Came a long way, now I live what I dream about Took a little while, but I had to take the scenic route Talkin' 'bout the plug, get the trance bag, man I'm all about my stacks like Cat Last Name See, I'm the white boy that they talkin' about Came up out the trance like Oscar Crouch We clock dollars, we pop collars Got her number? I will not call her Y'all 24-7, we 25-8 See, we rappin' for money, y'all rap for my space Now every single verse gon' pop like a gun Leave a couple kids layin' on the top of her cuffs We live every day like the first through the fifth Try to keep countin' money 'til it hurt my wrist ('Til it hurt my wrist) yeah, 'til it hurt my wrist They ain't talkin' bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit, shit Seven days a week, don't switch They ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit (They ain't talkin' 'bout a shit) nah, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit Try to keep countin' money 'til it hurt my wrist (yeah-yeah), hurt my wrist Hits, club, 20 deep, click, full of hustlers Now that ain't security, bitch, just my brothers You stupid motherfuckers, I told you that I'm home Now somebody tell the DJ to play my song Oh, they won't let me in? Well, fuck it, let's go They say this 45 doesn't fit the dress code And everything they do, we already done all A fat boy with game is my big punk flow Now this the eight-ball straight gangsta flow If I withdraw my account, then the bank would close Oh, I forgot to tell you who I am is, I'm Jelly Roll If you can't remember that, then call me total punk, let's go We live every day like the first through the fifth Try to keep countin' money 'til it hurt my wrist ('Til it hurt my wrist) yeah, 'til it hurt my wrist They ain't talkin' bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit, shit Seven days a week, don't switch They ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit (They ain't talkin' 'bout a shit) nah, they ain't talkin' 'bout a shit Try to keep countin' money 'til it hurt my wrist, hurt my wrist