COUNTERFEIT

No matter what it takes, bitch, I'ma get what I need
No matter what it takes, bitch, nobody stop me
Matter what it takes, bitch, I load the clip in the gun yeah, girl
I done took over this skin, you don't know who I am

I like this sense and that text back, girl, I be smackin' back, yeah
You know on the phone, yeah, when she hit it, go long, girl
I be doin' things that you didn't know I could do, yeah
Baby, drink it up, sip it up, that mean when she takin' shots

Pappy in the shot, shit, girl, that be expensive
I like it when she go through shit, top shelf, hoe, gold digging yeah girl
I be diggin' graves and thinkin' bout you, that your face, huh, yeah, girl
Chill with your name, girl, better run

Could be the most dangerous game that you ever played, fuck, yeah, girl
Sip it up inside of that blunt, yeah, that mean that we so fucked up
We get our drugs crossed, yeah, girl
At the crossroads where they try to make a deal

Rituals with the devil, but they never showed up
So we had to take it ourselves, yeah, girl
Flip a pack to get rich, yeah
I've been talkin' bout the money, watch it come right in, yeah, girl

I ain't talkin' bout no more blood rituals, girl
I don't wanna sip it up no more
It tastes like iron and I got you goin', girl
Let me iron you out and, let me make a dollar

Let me counterfeit it, let me bleach it out
Let me Reprint it to a hundred
I'ma make myself a hundred, baby
Benjamin Raining in, yeah, if I can flip it, yeah, girl

I got you sippin' it up, yeah
You wanna know how they do it, yeah
They about to get rich, yeah, yeah, girl
Count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, count it, counterfeit, yeah

Watch me metamorphose into somethin' great, yeah, girl
Watch me, I'ma take what I need
I put the work in every day to get where I be
Watch me do what I need

On the phone, and when she hit it, go long, girl

You casin' the joint, and, girl, you wanna rob, and I wanna smoke the joint, yeah, girl
So you light it on fire, that's arson, and now it's up, and
Flame is smokin', girl

Like white smoke out the chimney, mean there's a new pope
Ruger's in town, and, girl, yeah, top back, and Lord, I know
Mean that you about to lose your life, and
Yeah, we done got it premeditated, yeah, girl

I been meditatin' on how to do it, and I got it plannin', yeah, girl, it's stupid
Thoughts and hammer with zip ties and some plastic
We got the hole done dug, maybe I just sniped you from afar, yeah
I don't know, girl, makin' wishes on the star

Star wont come true, baby, watch me
I'ma replace it, and that mean I'll be in chains



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Writer(s): Raymond Howard
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