Money Counter
This dat money business
I jus ran into a nice check
Got a flight from venice
Fucked her once
And sent her right back
I was watching flava flav
When I learned about a night cap
I was doin day to day
Call lil bro for the night trap
Running wild
Known to do my thang
I sur ran wrapped
100 thou
Bitch you kno my name
Do numbers
Im a problem child
Shooter jus came out the cage
Ready to come and gun em down
Loaded a hunnid rounds loaded a hunnid rounds
We on top again
Hit ya block
Rob ya plug if you shop again
Switches glock 40's
Might need a mop again
I might hurt you
In this bitch
And im a put it
On my momma nem
Screamin dirt gang
I jus fucked a baddie
She saw the ice
And how it gliss
She want the addy
We smoke the zaza out the p
And we dont pass it
And if its mula on the strip
I gotta have it
I got dat glock on me
In broad day I aint stashing
This dat money business
I jus ran into a nice check
Got a flight from venice
Fucked her once
And sent her right back
I was watching flava flav
When I learned about a night cap
I was doin day to day
Call lil bro for the night trap
Running wild
Known to do my thang
I sur ran wrapped
100 thou
Bitch you kno my name
Do numbers
Im a problem child
Shooter jus came out the cage
Ready to come and gun em down
Loaded a hunnid rounds loaded a hunnid rounds
Diamonds so precise
Got dirty ice
On my nightstand
I aint taking no chances
Treat dat glizzy
Like my hype man
She call me when
You gone
Cause you hitting
It like I can
Numbers mafia the mob
Just kno my niggas
Piped in
Drop the lo
We be at the door before
The night end
2 twin lightskin
White wraith
White benz
Middle finger
To dem niggas
I dont need need em
Dont confide in no hoe
Dnt trust no eater
This dat money business
I jus ran into a nice check
Got a flight from venice
Fucked her once
And sent her right back
I was watching flava flav
When I learned about a night cap
I was doin day to day
Call lil bro for the night trap
Running wild
Known to do my thang
I sur ran wrapped
100 thou
Bitch you kno my name
Do numbers
Im a problem child
Shooter jus came out the cage
Ready to come and gun em down
Loaded a hunnid rounds loaded a hunnid rounds
I jus ran into a nice check
Got a flight from venice
Fucked her once
And sent her right back
I was watching flava flav
When I learned about a night cap
I was doin day to day
Call lil bro for the night trap
Running wild
Known to do my thang
I sur ran wrapped
100 thou
Bitch you kno my name
Do numbers
Im a problem child
Shooter jus came out the cage
Ready to come and gun em down
Loaded a hunnid rounds loaded a hunnid rounds
We on top again
Hit ya block
Rob ya plug if you shop again
Switches glock 40's
Might need a mop again
I might hurt you
In this bitch
And im a put it
On my momma nem
Screamin dirt gang
I jus fucked a baddie
She saw the ice
And how it gliss
She want the addy
We smoke the zaza out the p
And we dont pass it
And if its mula on the strip
I gotta have it
I got dat glock on me
In broad day I aint stashing
This dat money business
I jus ran into a nice check
Got a flight from venice
Fucked her once
And sent her right back
I was watching flava flav
When I learned about a night cap
I was doin day to day
Call lil bro for the night trap
Running wild
Known to do my thang
I sur ran wrapped
100 thou
Bitch you kno my name
Do numbers
Im a problem child
Shooter jus came out the cage
Ready to come and gun em down
Loaded a hunnid rounds loaded a hunnid rounds
Diamonds so precise
Got dirty ice
On my nightstand
I aint taking no chances
Treat dat glizzy
Like my hype man
She call me when
You gone
Cause you hitting
It like I can
Numbers mafia the mob
Just kno my niggas
Piped in
Drop the lo
We be at the door before
The night end
2 twin lightskin
White wraith
White benz
Middle finger
To dem niggas
I dont need need em
Dont confide in no hoe
Dnt trust no eater
This dat money business
I jus ran into a nice check
Got a flight from venice
Fucked her once
And sent her right back
I was watching flava flav
When I learned about a night cap
I was doin day to day
Call lil bro for the night trap
Running wild
Known to do my thang
I sur ran wrapped
100 thou
Bitch you kno my name
Do numbers
Im a problem child
Shooter jus came out the cage
Ready to come and gun em down
Loaded a hunnid rounds loaded a hunnid rounds
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Writer(s): Mark Laepple, Corey Pickett
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