First a studio, then a video, then we do a show   Count my cash flow   Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove   Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast   To the west coast, you all know how we go   First a studio, then a video, then we do a show   Count my cash flow      I say we got them big guns dat tear yo ass up   How we do things, you'll get yo' ass gut   Styrofoam in your casket, you lying in tha dust   Yo' pistol packin' years wasn't nuttin', see how we hit them   To tha body, and the streets so strong   Telling my bitches and my niggas hold on   I know I'm getting high, I fuck a bitch she cry   She hold me so tight never want me to be gone      Now I'm wrong, this gee wiz this is three   Now you it's him it's me   I'm flossin' wit my other half jungle you all see   So when we step up we waste no time   We flut up your fans, and take them, they mine   I throw a nigga, stomp a nigga Braveheart style   No set can come close to us, fool, they clowns   The battle of my K.A go round and round   I turn a stupid ass smile upside down      First a studio, then a video, then we do a show   Count my cash flow   Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove   Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast   To the west coast, you all know how we go   First a studio, then a video, then we do a show   Count my cash flow      Yo' you poppin' off wit them Bravehearts   Gettin' money son it's all about that paper   Yea, them bitches want me on top of them   They see them diamonds, they always sparklin'   I be illegal wit that Desert Eagle   I hit you all up in your head in front of your people   Nigga, I empty out on your bitch ass   You'll be dead so fast shit push back      'Cause life ain't shit but bitches end millions   Good investments like acres and buildings   Little Shorty's in tha hood raisin' them children   Baby dad locked up or somebody killed them   Fa real yo, it's crazy yo', drama everyday yo   My niggas in prison wanna hear me on tha radio   'Cause where I'm from yo, life ain't a game yo   Jungle's my name yo, blow wit a fo' fo'      First a studio, then a video, then we do a show   Count my cash flow   Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove   Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast   To the west coast, you all know how we go   First a studio, then a video, then we do a show   Count my cash flow      Yo' the cash must be made   Organized crime, cook up a kilo break it down   To dimes, spread it out in packages 'cause I'm in here buff   Fuck them handcuffs the cops can't touch us   A fourty-five, they got accurate aim   If you ain't in my game take a bullet to tha brain   Shit, nobody cares, life ain't fair   I feel like I was born in an electric chair   Yo' where's the Jungle, gon' be here for years      Just a stopper through the game like the Numba man   In the hood, man you got damn Braveheart slam   Step up on tha side my man you don't understand   I'm from tha QB side of things, things is things but   You know my niggas,yo they let them things ring   And we right, straight right through you all niggas   Snatchin' the paper and you know   He snatchin' couple of bitches too      First a studio, then a video, then we do a show   Count my cash flow   Then I fuck a hoe, roll up a smoke, jump in the Range Rove   Brand new clothes, I got all the hoes, on tha east coast   To the west coast, you all know how we go   First a studio, then a video, then we do a show   Count my cash flow