Money Counter

Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) Alright Damn, I should— [Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG] Money counter on the backseat Thirty in the heat for the niggas tryna jack me Money counter on the backseat Thirty on the heat case them niggas try to jack me Money counter on the backseat Case them niggas try to jack me Tryna short me on the bread, money counter on the backseat Money on your head, the money counter in the backseat [Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG] Ayy, lil nigga, I don't act cheap You want three hundred for a line, just let me grab a three You ain't never heard 'bout a nigga whackin' me Nigga shot at me and he gon' die, that day exact— hold on Nigga, you gon' die that day exactly High as hell, I'm in this bitch— cavity High as hell, bitch, I'm in this bitch smokin' cavities Hit the blunt twice and lost gravity I'm finna drop a Trackhawk in the morning, nigga Eighty racks right now, I blah— oh Eighty racks right now, I just blew a fuckin' hundred, nigga Y'all niggas ain't shit, we them one niggas Hundred on me right now, 'cause my ice and shit Your lil' bitch text, say she like this shit Look, nigga, I'll fight the bitch Put me in the— watch this, I'm finna write some shit Ayy, matter fact, bitch, I'm done writin' Me and Mike got two guns, bitch, we done fightin' Tryna load a hundred in the drum, got my thumb tired Extra four clips for the Glock, got my gun tired [Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG] Money counter on the backseat Thirty in the heat for the niggas tryna jack me Money counter on the backseat Thirty on the heat case them niggas try to jack me Money counter on the backseat Case them niggas try to jack me Tryna short me on the bread, money counter on the backseat Money on your head, the money counter in the backseat [Verse 2: RMC Mike] Real Money Counter, but I ain't countin' shit Pistol on me, ready to go to war, we in round six Threw a jab and missed and caught his ass with a round kick I got a hundred racks and twenty guns at my mom's crib Hold on, bring it back, I'm in that old bag Money on the floor, I hit the road with some bold tags First nigga from Flint to hit a million on 4sho Mag Your diamonds fake, I got my chain from Gary, so I'm gon' brag Money counter on the backseat Young nigga, heart cold as hell, but I pack heat Bad bitch approached, I touched her down, she got acne You will never see me chasin' hoes, I got fat feet Thirty on the Glock, pop a opp to increase violence Rio high as hell, hit the blunt and start freestyling Fully auto switch on that chop, bro, I'm finna swing it Ghetto Boyz, when we say pape', it got a different meanin' Damn, I want some Actavis Hit his ass with a single shot, he caught cancer quick We on the road, bitch start suckin' dick on some random shit Bitch, we living like stars, we ain't plan this shit Back on my shit, I hit the booth with no hesitation Finna pick a nickel up from Paul, left Kevin waitin' Money counter on the backseat, we finna count two hundred Yeah, you claim you up pape', but you ain't ever got no money Me and Rio can't be stopped, we like Shaq and Kobe Fuck around and went to Playground with that package on us Nigga, you ain't really hard, you had an active moment Tomorrow when I wake up, I'm goin' to Gary to go cash a Rollie