Money Counter (feat. BabyTron, Peeko, Tillyhome, Fordioo & Beannskii)
Lando Bando, Certified Trapper & 72 Reezy
Hip-Hop/Rap
22
Lyrics
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, ****)
(JAYLAP)
(Damn, JakeSand)
We just got some hit from JakeSand
If we catch him out in Boston, we gon' bake him
I'm from the Seven, two times like a Laker
Armored Hills, throwin' 'bows like a Pacer
Let a **** walk up to my bitch, she might just mason
I don't like the bitch, let her hit the blunt, I lace it
All these suits followin' me, I'm in the— huh
All these suits around gang, we in the matrix
If you lookin' for the smoke, don't gotta say it
Get a gun, get a kill, that's the basics
I cursed off his ass in my Timbs
I don't want no good girl, I want a lil' Kim
All that cappin', I'ma rerock his brim
He threw his whole clip, I'm finna reel his ass in
Yeah, it look the same, but it's a different Gen
Late night talkin' to God, I'm thankful for my sins
Boy, you lame as hell, you is not my twin
Lando like my splash brother 'cause it's like I shoot like him
And when I mean shoot, I'm really talkin' 'bout gettin' money
And don't give these hoes attention 'cause I know that they want it from me
Young as hell, I was gettin' money
**** still ain't made a dime, what's fuckin'?
It's a 10 in this TEC, but I look bummy
He talk like a kingpin, but really a flunkie
Seein' M's in my sleep, I know it's comin'
Just barkin' out that money counter
I'm at the store, fuck it, spend a hundred thou— hold on
In the mall, spend another thousand
Knock a **** out, now he drowsy
**** play, I'ma pack him out
I was throwed, I ain't crack her down
Send until I rap PA, shoot a goofy in his face
Shut up, ho, I'm havin' pape', put a groupie in her place
In the trap, I'm movin' fish, come get some sushi in your face
Gettin' high as hell, bitch, I feel like Pookie off the base
**** said it ain't no beef, fuck it, let it beat
That fetty white as hell, makin' bangers, ADG
All this smoke in the booth, shit, I can hardly breathe
All this smoke in the booth, shit, I can hardly see
All this smoke in the booth, shit, I can hardly be
In the A locked in, it's just me and Marley Beats
Wocky to the head, we don't do Bacardi drinks
All bust buffaloes, yeah, I'm in the Carti team
TRX army fatigue, room, room, room
All I wanna do is count blue, blue, blues
All I wanna do is count blue, blue, blues
All I wanna do is count blues, your ho choose
Turn my M upside down, y'all boys losin'
You should've knew my boys ruthless
Chopper spittin' like it's toothless
Written by: 72 Reezy, BabyTron, Beannskii, Certified Trapper, Fordio, Peeko, TillyHome
