Money Counter ft. donavns, Young Hachi & andrè Lyrics

Too many bands, broke the money counter

I got my bitch to count it up

My bitch, yeah, she one of one

I'm getting money counted in the foreign

Had to pass the bitch, she got boring

In a year, overseas, I'm touring

Back then, tears they were pouring

That's when I was broke as fuck

I made the music, I ran it up

I made the music, now she wanna fuck

They say, "Don, you make music, now you tough", nah

I got the choppa, it's on my waist

Jeffery Dahmer, shoot you in the face

Count to three and we at your place

You better run, nigga

I change so much niggas stop call me Blu

33728, nigga, fuck you and fuck Syracuse

Nigga opp too with his fake ass shoes

Dissing New York, nigga, fuck you

You not J.I, you a fake boy

Imma blow up

Are those fakes?

Boy, Imma throw up

Been a minute since I hit y'all with shit

After battle seen y'all talking shit

And now you got me in your mentions

Mumbling now cuz i got the extensions

I'm the professor, put you in detention

Philosophical but can't feel the tension

Rich nigga, give my parents they pension

If we was ballin' you'd be in the benches

Niggas hauling

I shoot at your block, nigga calling

His shoes get white off that pollen

He running, he gunning, his empire falling

(Yeah) Y'all bitches

Y'all move out the trap to the ditches

All of your homies they talked and went missing

You still taking bait like you fishing

Yeah

Too many bands, broke the money counter

I got my bitch to count it up

My bitch, yeah, she one of one

I'm getting money counted in the foreign

Had to pass the bitch, she got boring

In a year, overseas, I'm touring

Back then, tears they were pouring

That's when I was broke as fuck

I made the music, I ran it up

I made the music, now she wanna fuck

They say, "Don, you make music, now you tough", nah

I got the choppa, it's on my waist

Jeffery Dahmer, shoot you in the face

Count to three and we at your place

You better run, nigga

Yeah

Uh

I sit in my garden, I'm trimming my flowers

I'm growing some opium right next to the sour

My teetering tower be tipping much louder

Spent 120 on the whip

To have bitches in the back with my Emily Blunt

Spitting the runt

I'm the king of the litter

I swear your chick was my favorite spitter

She just wanted some bitches

I needed switch hitters

I'm snorting the dust

I'm puffing some smoke

Brown shit in my nostrils, you swore it was coke

My hand feeling solo, your bitch is the hope

If I gotta kill myself, my chain is the only rope

I'm the best in the game, it's hard not to cope

You spitting some steam, we wanted some smoke

Dre is the name, the d stands for dope

S on my chest, you know i'm the best

G in the name, cause you know

This motherfucker is the goat

Ahh

Too many bands, broke the money counter

I got my bitch to count it up

My bitch, yeah, she one of one

I'm getting money counted in the foreign

Had to pass the bitch, she got boring

In a year, overseas, I'm touring

Back then, tears they were pouring

That's when I was broke as fuck

I made the music, I ran it up

I made the music, now she wanna fuck

They say, "Don, you make music, now you tough", nah

I got the choppa, it's on my waist

Jeffery Dahmer, shoot you in the face

Count to three and we at your place

You better run, nigga