เนื้อเพลง 1st - 5th - Jelly Roll

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 sh*t, sh*t
Seven days a week, don't switch
They ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a sh*t
(They ain't talkin' 'bout a sh*t) nah, they ain't talkin' bout a sh*t
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 sh*t, sh*t
Seven days a week, don't switch
They ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a sh*t
(They ain't talkin' bout a sh*t) nah, they ain't talkin' 'bout a sh*t
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 sh*t, sh*t
Seven days a week, don't switch
They ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a sh*t
(They ain't talkin' 'bout a sh*t) nah, they ain't talkin' 'bout a sh*t
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, b*tch, just my brothers
You stupid motherf*ckers, I told you that I'm home
Now somebody tell the DJ to play my song

Oh, they won't let me in? Well, f*ck 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 sh*t, sh*t
Seven days a week, don't switch
They ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar, they ain't talkin' 'bout a sh*t
(They ain't talkin' 'bout a sh*t) nah, they ain't talkin' 'bout a sh*t
Try to keep countin' money 'til it hurt my wrist, hurt my wrist