Money Counter Rush
'Til the money counter rush
Aye
Uh, uh (dream, this shit go dummy)
Aye, there's no more to us (uh)
Aye, we gettin' money until the money counter rush
I just called Ben Franklin, tell him, "Pick me up"
You niggas starvin', I just cashed out on lunch
Pressure will not make me bust
I'm throwin' stacks of some ones in the club
And I swear they be strippers, and they made a dub
I had to laugh at that nigga
He talk on the 'Gram, but I know that that boy is a mutt
I keep a stack of some bands in 50s, in 50s, in 50s, in 50s, in 50s
Thinkin' 'bout buyin' some bullets, and
Payin' these niggas and bringin' that shit to the city
Know I'm a lion, lil' baby, I'm killin' the pussy, it's apparent when I touch the kitty
I'm not the kind, lil' bae, you want the smoke, I got time today
Stay with some niggas, you kind of gay
Thinkin' 'bout losin' my mind today
Put that lil' bitch to the side
Then fuck her friend 'cause she gon' be mine today
And everything I did got consequences, yeah, it's mine to pay
And they tryna be friends 'cause I'm gon' blow, I think that's kind of lame
I put LV on my lens (damn), can't put down these perc' 10s
Big house, bitch, livin' like Sims, heart broken like all these seals
Main bitch stay all in her feels
Don't let a hoe get you killed
Lil' perc', I spiked my drink (Damn)
Only word I don't know is can't
Fuck racks, I'ma buy me a tank
FPS, hit somethin' with the Drac'
We got guns like KGB
Rock that boy just straight to sleep
My bitch poppin' like Madonna, niggas gotta pay to see
Aye, there's no more to us
Aye, we gettin' money until the money counter rush
I just called Ben Franklin, tell him, "Pick me up"
You niggas starvin', I just cashed out on lunch
Pressure will not make me bust
I'm throwin' stacks of some ones in the club
And I swear they be strippers, and they made a dub
I had to laugh at that nigga
He talk on the 'Gram, but I know that that boy is a mutt
I keep a stack of some bands in 50s, in 50s, in 50s, in 50s, in 50s
Thinkin' 'bout buyin' some bullets, and
Payin' these niggas and bringin' that shit to the city
Aye
Uh, uh (dream, this shit go dummy)
Aye, there's no more to us (uh)
Aye, we gettin' money until the money counter rush
I just called Ben Franklin, tell him, "Pick me up"
You niggas starvin', I just cashed out on lunch
Pressure will not make me bust
I'm throwin' stacks of some ones in the club
And I swear they be strippers, and they made a dub
I had to laugh at that nigga
He talk on the 'Gram, but I know that that boy is a mutt
I keep a stack of some bands in 50s, in 50s, in 50s, in 50s, in 50s
Thinkin' 'bout buyin' some bullets, and
Payin' these niggas and bringin' that shit to the city
Know I'm a lion, lil' baby, I'm killin' the pussy, it's apparent when I touch the kitty
I'm not the kind, lil' bae, you want the smoke, I got time today
Stay with some niggas, you kind of gay
Thinkin' 'bout losin' my mind today
Put that lil' bitch to the side
Then fuck her friend 'cause she gon' be mine today
And everything I did got consequences, yeah, it's mine to pay
And they tryna be friends 'cause I'm gon' blow, I think that's kind of lame
I put LV on my lens (damn), can't put down these perc' 10s
Big house, bitch, livin' like Sims, heart broken like all these seals
Main bitch stay all in her feels
Don't let a hoe get you killed
Lil' perc', I spiked my drink (Damn)
Only word I don't know is can't
Fuck racks, I'ma buy me a tank
FPS, hit somethin' with the Drac'
We got guns like KGB
Rock that boy just straight to sleep
My bitch poppin' like Madonna, niggas gotta pay to see
Aye, there's no more to us
Aye, we gettin' money until the money counter rush
I just called Ben Franklin, tell him, "Pick me up"
You niggas starvin', I just cashed out on lunch
Pressure will not make me bust
I'm throwin' stacks of some ones in the club
And I swear they be strippers, and they made a dub
I had to laugh at that nigga
He talk on the 'Gram, but I know that that boy is a mutt
I keep a stack of some bands in 50s, in 50s, in 50s, in 50s, in 50s
Thinkin' 'bout buyin' some bullets, and
Payin' these niggas and bringin' that shit to the city
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Writer(s): James Haley, Oscar4400xy, Dreamawake, Jdolla
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