Bring a Money Counter
I gotta take a shower
I been in that pussy for an hour
They playing my shit, play it louder
I been had the money and respect, yeah
Now I need the fucking power
I can make your old nigga sour
We the perfect pair, twin towers
They keep all my drugs behind the counter
I got some freaky hoes that love to party and do powder
I need somebody, to bring a fucking money counter
We got all this chicken and no flour
I pull 20k from cards from pushing on a fucking browser
You ain't fucking hip 'cause you a coward
I can get you in just tip the bouncer
I took her right to the crib
Yeah, now she taking off my trousers
I walk in the club and I fuck it up
I feel like I ain't done enough
Try to rob me boy you dumb as fuck
Me and my boys stay loaded up
I walk in the club and I fuck it up
I can make it back and that's a fact
Yo baby daddy can't go rack-for-rack
Plus I heard that nigga was a rat
None of my niggas ever doing that
I ain't tripping over that pussy it fell inside my lap
I need somebody, to bring a fucking money counter
We got all this chicken and no flour
I pull 20k from cards from pushing on a fucking browser
You ain't fucking hip 'cause you a coward
I can get you in just tip the bouncer
I took her right to the crib
Yeah, now she taking off my trousers
I been in that pussy for an hour
They playing my shit, play it louder
I been had the money and respect, yeah
Now I need the fucking power
I can make your old nigga sour
We the perfect pair, twin towers
They keep all my drugs behind the counter
I got some freaky hoes that love to party and do powder
I need somebody, to bring a fucking money counter
We got all this chicken and no flour
I pull 20k from cards from pushing on a fucking browser
You ain't fucking hip 'cause you a coward
I can get you in just tip the bouncer
I took her right to the crib
Yeah, now she taking off my trousers
I walk in the club and I fuck it up
I feel like I ain't done enough
Try to rob me boy you dumb as fuck
Me and my boys stay loaded up
I walk in the club and I fuck it up
I can make it back and that's a fact
Yo baby daddy can't go rack-for-rack
Plus I heard that nigga was a rat
None of my niggas ever doing that
I ain't tripping over that pussy it fell inside my lap
I need somebody, to bring a fucking money counter
We got all this chicken and no flour
I pull 20k from cards from pushing on a fucking browser
You ain't fucking hip 'cause you a coward
I can get you in just tip the bouncer
I took her right to the crib
Yeah, now she taking off my trousers
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Writer(s): Daniel Adams
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