Money Counter

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) (JAYLAP) (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse 1: Peeko] We just got some hit from JakeSand If we catch him out in Boston, we gon' bake him I'm from the Seven, two times like a Laker Armored Hills, throwin' 'bows like a Pacer Let a nigga walk up to my bitch, she might just mason I don't like the bitch, let her hit the blunt, I lace it All these suits followin' me, I'm in the— huh All these suits around gang, we in the matrix If you lookin' for the smoke, don't gotta say it Get a gun, get a kill, that's the basics [Verse 2: Beannskii] I cursed off his ass in my Timbs I don't want no good girl, I want a lil' Kim All that cappin', I'ma rerock his brim He threw his whole clip, I'm finna reel his ass in Yeah, it look the same, but it's a different Gen Late night talkin' to God, I'm thankful for my sins Boy, you lame as hell, you is not my twin [Verse 3: TillyHome] Lando like my splash brother 'cause it's like I shoot like him And when I mean shoot, I'm really talkin' 'bout gettin' money And don't give these hoes attention 'cause I know that they want it from me Young as hell, I was gettin' money [Verse 4: Fordio] Niggas still ain't made a dime, what's fuckin'? It's a 10 in this TEC, but I look bummy He talk like a kingpin, but really a flunkie Seein' M's in my sleep, I know it's comin' [Verse 5: Certified Trapper] Just barkin' out that money counter I'm at the store, fuck it, spend a hundred thou— hold on In the mall, spend another thousand Knock a nigga out, now he drowsy Nigga play, I'ma pack him out I was throwed, I ain't crack her down [Verse 6: 72 Reezy] Send until I rap PA, shoot a goofy in his face Shut up, ho, I'm havin' pape', put a groupie in her place In the trap, I'm movin' fish, come get some sushi in your face Gettin' high as hell, bitch, I feel like Pookie off the base Nigga said it ain't no beef, fuck it, let it beat That fetty white as hell, makin' bangers, ADG [Verse 7: BabyTron] All this smoke in the booth, shit, I can hardly breathe All this smoke in the booth, shit, I can hardly see All this smoke in the booth, shit, I can hardly be In the A locked in, it's just me and Marley Beats Wocky to the head, we don't do Bacardi drinks All bust buffaloes, yeah, I'm in the Carti team TRX army fatigue, room, room, room All I wanna do is count blue, blue, blues All I wanna do is count blue, blue, blues All I wanna do is count blues, your ho choose Turn my M upside down, y'all boys losin' You should've knew my boys ruthless Chopper spittin' like it's toothless