Money Counter Lyrics

(Foreva rich, that shit hard)

(Where the money counter?)

(Where the money counter?)

(Yea, two three)

(Uh)

Back in elementary, that's where I found my passion

Always kept up with the paper, but had struggles in mathematics

Went to middle and high to shape up (Shape up)

Really was a trumpet player (Player)

Started blowing through hoes and through clothes when I turnt to a money maker (Money maker)

Frrt, frrt, frrt, you hear the sound of all this cash in my hand (My hand)

Frrt, frrt, frrt, sit back and watch me flip through these rubberbands (Rubberbands)

Young nigga gotta keep it low like Shawty, they know I'm the man (I'm the man)

Bring me out to the pep rally, I'm sorry if they run out the stands

Hold on, hold on, what's that?

Brand new blues inside my pocket

That's why I walk with a limp (Limp)

Hurt the patellar, damn near popped it

Fucked that bitch so hard last week

Them curls dropped, should've wore a bonnet

Make it hard for these niggas cause I'm in savage mode

I'm just being honest

Stuck in this industry for a long time and a good time

So many people inspired by the movement, they call me Coach Prime

Never played about my dollars (Dollars)

Hella knowledge, focused scholar (Scholar)

Started skipping and smoking weed but never hid it in the locker

Go to Florida, no Opa-locka (Locka)

Tally hoes pop up on the roster (Roster)

Ladies fuck with the drip and the water (Water)

She barely had a nigga do for her (For her)

Too late, I'm upping the score

Cashing out on these billboards

Fuck around, run it up like Guapo

Count up fifties and hunchos

Back in elementary, that's where I found my passion

Always kept up with the paper, but had struggles in mathematics

Went to middle and high to shape up (Shape up)

Really was a trumpet player (Player)

Started blowing through hoes and through clothes when I turnt to a money maker (Money maker)

Frrt, frrt, frrt, you hear the sound of all this cash in my hand (My hand)

Frrt, frrt, frrt, sit back and watch me flip through these rubberbands (Rubberbands)

Young nigga gotta keep it low like Shawty, they know I'm the man (I'm the man)

Bring me out to the pep rally, I'm sorry if they run out the stands