Washed My Hands

[Intro]
(Are you in the mafia?)
(Meech)
Whew

[Chorus]
The money counter jammed, gotta count this shit by hand (Beep)
It feel like SummerSlam, how I'm wrestlin' with these bands
Can I make a brick? Yes, I can (Yes, I can, bitch)
Tell me, do you want this shit brown, do you want it tan? (How you want it?)
Tell me, do you wanna fuck a boss, or do you got man? (Huh?)
Nigga, have you ever got spooked when you seen a van?
Nigga, have you ever lost count runnin' through them bands? (Them racks)
I don't fuck with fake-ass niggas, I done washed my hands (I done washed my hands)

[Verse 1]
Niggas ain't got no pape', I don't understand (I don't get it)
I don't sell weed, I gave the plug to my mans (Here)
Im only fuckin' with that H, I put him in his bag (Grr)
I'm fuckin' on a baddie, got my exes mad (Mwah)
I only wear Amiri, you can check the tag (Look at this shit)
'Bout to hit up Saks, spend them racks (Spend them racks)
I only want your bitch for one night, you can get her back (Come get this ho)
This lil' freaky bitch take her knees, put 'em on her hands
And she say her best friend a freak, put her on my mans (Mwah)
Can I hit your bitch? Yes, I can (Yes, I can, nigga)
I just hit a freaky-ass bitch, wasn't even in the plans (Haha)
I don't even know the bitch name, but she look like a Jaz (Whew)
Pretty-ass face, no waist with a lot of ass
Good brains with the booty, she a freaky lookin' college grad (Yeah)
I want the smoke with these niggas, I'ma hit the stash (I want all the smoke)
Fetty, fetty, where you at? I got some doggy, doggy (Grr)
That's another fifty racks, yeah, when doggy caught me (When doggy caught me)
Bitch, I'm in the mafia, don't call me Paulie (Hell nah)
I just put on probation, they just took me off it (I just got off that shit)
I know your bitch got skeletons inside her closet (She freaky as hell)
When she on this dick, I can't get her off it (On no cap)
Want the bag on me? Gotta get it off me (Whew)
Went to Cali, flew the bag home and you know I caught it (And you know I caught it)

[Chorus]
The money counter jammed, gotta count this shit by hand (Beep)
It feel like SummerSlam, how I'm wrestlin' with these bands
Can I make a brick? Yes, I can (Yes, I can, bitch)
Tell me, do you want this shit brown, do you want it tan? (How you want it?)
Tell me, do you wanna fuck a boss, or do you got man? (Huh?)
Nigga, have you ever got spooked when you seen a van?
Nigga, have you ever lost count runnin' through them bands? (Them racks)
I don't fuck with fake-ass niggas, I done washed my hands (I done washed my hands)

[Verse 2]
Show up with the blues like I'm Snoop Dogg (Like I'm Snoop Dogg)
And you know I got the red nose, call me Rudolph (Grr)
Shoot a shot at a nigga bitch, I don't hoop, dog (Mwah)
Rack alert, I'm 'bout to throw a band ('Bout to throw a band)
The way Damedot blow the money, need a money fan
I don't rap about sellin' weed, but call me Money Man (Nah)
You can catch me on the humbug, out on a hundred bands (Hundred racks)
Bitch say I know her nigga, that's my other, other mans (Oh, that's my dog)
Mike Amiri purple jeans, I don't wear no other pants (Nah)
Can I put you on? Yes, I can (Yes, I can, nigga)
Sign with RGS, you get fifty thousand in advance (RGS)
I just flew a smooth-ass bitch in from Japan (Whew)
I just put a tax on a bag like I'm Uncle Sam (I need mines)
Take a bitch where she wanna go and make her pay the tab (Yeah)
This P shit run through my veins, got the gift of Gaz (Got the gift of Gaz)
(Meech)

[Chorus]
The money counter jammed, gotta count this shit by hand (Beep)
It feel like SummerSlam, how I'm wrestlin' with these bands
Can I make a brick? Yes, I can (Yes, I can, bitch)
Tell me, do you want this shit brown, do you want it tan? (How you want it?)
Tell me, do you wanna fuck a boss, or do you got man? (Huh?)
Nigga, have you ever got spooked when you seen a van? (Hell nah)
Nigga, have you ever lost count runnin' through them bands? (Them racks)
I don't fuck with fake-ass niggas, I done washed my hands (I done washed my hands)