Money Counter Music Lyrics

Yeah, man, ayy, turn me up a lil bit

Know what I'm sayin', real trench baby

Real section 8 baby n***a

We came up from nothin', n***a

This is how we doing shit

If you run up on me, boy, you crazy, n***a

We got Glocks and ARs gon' spray it, n***a

On the road with them packs, boy it paid a n***a

And that button up shirt yea it paid a n***a

Keep some racks why your bitch tryna rape a , n***a

If you ain't got no hustle, you lazy, n***a

Where I'm from, I'm the motherfuckin' greatest, n***a

Twenty pack, get it done on a daily, n***a

Money counter', music on repeat

Tri-merge build a pro drain the CP

Feel like Jordan, how im scoring n***a, three-peat

Scat pack, off the lot, n***a, beep, beep

Mama ass so fat shit in 3D

Show you how to get a bag, I ain't greedy

If you wanna get some money, come and see me

If I ever go broke then I'm creepin', n***a

Run up in the n***a's house while he sleepin', n***a

I'ma up me a fye if you reachin', n***a

In them methods online yea , I am teachin', n***a

Have my Asian, n***a, hit the database

Pop a shroom now , I'm in outer space

And my router burnt, I gotta relocate

And these niggas hate , cause they ain't got no pape

On the road with 50, it's a heavy day

And my birthday, that shit like everyday

Send a jack, boy, up to heaven gates

Let a n***a try, get him out the way

I was broke as fuck I had to change my ways

A n***a got some motion now I'm gettin' paid

A n***a got some sauce, now they throwing shade

50 on my wrist, 100 on my neck

Five bands for the Cartier's on my face

And that shit was free, I use the plastic, n***a

Swipe the Clerk and I got the fuck out the way

Stackin yo money up and go invest it nigga

Boy, I might just go cop me some real estate

Got it from the dirt, no for real, n***a

Plant the seeds ,and I watch that shit germinate

448 in a fuckin' bag

If you need it I UPS out the state

Man, this shit for real, shout out Vaccum seal

That's how a young n***a got fuckin' paid

I was broke as hell, eatin' noodles, n***a

Now it's lobster shrimp with the fucking steak

I'm a real n***a, gotta talk in code

If you feel me, n***a, you gon' resonate

Running to the bag, gotta get the money

Lil' n***a just know I won't hesitate

But if a nigga try then that nigga die

Hell yeah, we gon' boost up the murder rate

50 racks Sent, to the lawyer, n***a

I'ma make sure that n***a gon' beat the case

On the top floor, of the condo, n***a

Still count racks I made from yesterday

Feel like dirk when I'm in the fucking ' post

Hit a n***a, make a n***a fade away

Plug hit my phone, and I'm on the road

I'ma make sure I make me a play today

Get them racks, n***a, build, yo profile

And you gon' have motion in every way

Couple primaries with the mixed account

And some Age, and you gon' be out the way

All that other shit these n****s talkin' bout

Many n****s be broke' they just in the way

Money counter, music, n***a, free game

Better listen, your pockets be heavyweight

Run up them racks, n***a, I can't go back, n***a

Gotta make sure my motherfuckin' family straight