Money Counter

Lyrics

[Intro: Lotto Savage] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah (Yeah, yeah, whoa) (Plug) [Chorus: Lotto Savage] Chasin' after money, yeah, we chasin' after green By any means we gotta get it, [?] to chase the green I bought a money counter just so I could count up all my cheese (Bitch) And I'm stashin' all the money in the trap house down the street Yeah, I'm stashin' all the money in the trap house down the street The old lady called the police, tell that lady, "Go to sleep" I get that shit in by the bale so they [?] Your favorite rapper is a fraud flexin' like he in the streets, whoa, whoa [Verse 1: Lotto Savage] Y'all fraud, lame Pussy nigga, yeah, you flexin', yeah Your favorite rapper is a ho He say he a [?], little nigga flexin' Gettin' to the money, been gettin' guap I dropped a motherfuckin' 30 on the watch Shooters shootin' out the roof with the Glock (Shooters shootin' out the motherfuckin' top) Yeah (Leave a nigga dead) [?] so you know I'm bangin' red My Rollie [?] Flex on camera like you really gettin' bread I know you broke, boy, you sharin' clothes Takin' pictures with your partner's bankroll You little niggas flexin', you niggas some hoes I'm Lotto Savage, Don Slaughter on these hoes I Uber everywhere that I gotta go You might catch me off in traffic with your ho Cruisin' through the city smokin' on dope Chasin' nothing but the money, gotta get the dough The money money is the only option Yeah, I gotta go out there and get it I bought a money counter just to count the money up Gettin' to the money, swear I gotta go and get it [Chorus: Lotto Savage & Pimpin Skinny] Yeah, chasin' after money, yeah, we chasin' after green By any means we gotta get it, [?] to chase the green I bought a money counter just so I could count up all my cheese And I'm stashin' all the money in the trap house down the street Yeah, I'm stashin' all the money in the trap house down the street The old lady called the police, tell that lady, "Go to sleep" I get that shit in by the bale so they [?] (Hey, [?], [?], [?], [?]) Your favorite rapper is a fraud flexin' like he in the streets, whoa, whoa (Skinny, hey, hey) [Verse 2: Pimpin Skinny] Renegade Skinny, bitch go stupid Still got that Draco, [?], if you [?] I'ma use it (Nah, for real) And that's real right, nigga, this not music (Skinny, Skinny, Skinny) I really be livin' that shit that I say that I'm doin' (Let's get it, hey, [?]) These niggas be flexin', I swear (Yeah) But really though I do not care (No) My life and your life not up for comparison, pussy So please don't compare (Nah) The only thing I care 'bout my bros (Let's get it) I can't care 'bout nobody else (Yeah) My family dependin' on me to take off So I'm goin' hard to my death [Chorus: Lotto Savage] Yeah, chasin' after money, yeah, we chasin' after green By any means we gotta get it, [?] to chase the green I bought a money counter just so I could count up all my cheese And I'm stashin' all the money in the trap house down the street Yeah, I'm stashin' all the money in the trap house down the street The old lady called the police, tell that lady, "Go to sleep" I get that shit in by the bale so they [?] Your favorite rapper is a fraud flexin' like he in the streets, whoa, whoa [Verse 3: Loso Loaded] Try me, nigga, if you wanna (Wanna) Bankroll full of hundreds For the racks I'm a runner (Rack-racks) All my youngins, they some gunners (Yeah) All I know is read that shit up and flip it (Yeah) Gotta get it, never worry 'bout these bitches (No, never) Run your sack up, get it straight out the kitchen (Run it up) 40 grippin', I can't slip on my pimpin' (No) Scrape the bowl, nigga, I want the [?] (Scrr) It's a [?], nigga, look at the [?] ([?]) Nigga playin', [?] gon' bless him [?] talkin', leave that boy on a [?] (Yeah, yeah) Pull up and leave this shit messy Your favorite rapper be flexin' (Yeah, yeah) I'm pullin' up with the bricks and the [?] [Chorus: Lotto Savage] Yeah, chasin' after money, yeah, we chasin' after green By any means we gotta get it, [?] to chase the green I bought a money counter just so I could count up all my cheese And I'm stashin' all the money in the trap house down the street Yeah, I'm stashin' all the money in the trap house down the street The old lady called the police, tell that lady, "Go to sleep" I get that shit in by the bale so they [?] Your favorite rapper is a fraud flexin' like he in the streets, whoa, whoa