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Money Counter
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RMC Mike
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(Enrgy made this one) Alright Damn, I should— Money counter on the backseat Thirty in the heat for the n***as tryna jack me Money counter on the backseat Thirty on the heat case them n***as try to jack me Money counter on the backseat Case them n***as try to jack me Tryna short me on the bread, money counter on the backseat Money on your head, the money counter in the backseat Ayy, lil n***a, I don't act cheap You want three hundred for a line, just let me grab a three You ain't never heard 'bout a n***a whackin' me N***a shot at me and he gon' die, that day exact— hold on N***a, you gon' die that day exactly High as hell, I'm in this b*t*h— cavity High as hell, b*t*h, I'm in this b*t*h smokin' cavities Hit the blunt twice and lost gravity I'm finna drop a Trackhawk in the morning, n***a Eighty racks right now, I blah— oh Eighty racks right now, I just blew a f**kin' hundred, n***a Y'all n***as ain't sh*t, we them one n***as Hundred on me right now, 'cause my ice and sh*t Your lil' b*t*h text, say she like this sh*t Look, n***a, I'll fight the b*t*h Put me in the— watch this, I'm finna write some sh*t Ayy, matter fact, b*t*h, I'm done writin' Me and Mike got two guns, b*t*h, we done fightin' Tryna load a hundred in the drum, got my thumb tired Extra four clips for the Glock, got my gun tired Money counter on the backseat Thirty in the heat for the n***as tryna jack me Money counter on the backseat Thirty on the heat case them n***as try to jack me Money counter on the backseat Case them n***as try to jack me Tryna short me on the bread, money counter on the backseat Money on your head, the money counter in the backseat Real Money Counter, but I ain't countin' sh*t Pistol on me, ready to go to war, we in round six Threw a jab and missed and caught his a** with a round kick I got a hundred racks and twenty guns at my mom's crib Hold on, bring it back, I'm in that old bag Money on the floor, I hit the road with some bold tags First n***a from Flint to hit a million on 4sho Mag Your diamonds fake, I got my sh*t from Gary, so I'm gon' brag Money counter on the backseat Young n***a, heart cold as hell, but I pack heat Bad b*t*h approached, I touched her down, she got acne You will never see me chasin' hoes, I got fat feet Thirty on the Glock, pop a opp to increase violence Rio high as hell, hit the blunt and start freestyling Fully auto switch on that chop, bro, I'm finna swing it Ghetto Boyz, when we say pape', it got a different meanin' Damn, I want some Actavis Hit his a** with a single shot, he caught cancer quick We on the road, b*t*h start suckin' d**k on some random sh*t B*t*h, we living like stars, we ain't plan this sh*t Back on my sh*t, I hit the booth with no hesitation Finna pick a nickel up from Paul, left Kevin waitin' Money counter on the backseat, we finna count two hundred Yeah, you claim you up pape', but you ain't ever got no money Me and Rio can't be stopped, we like Shaq and Kobe F**k around and went to Playground with that package on us N***a, you ain't really hard, you had an active moment Tomorrow when I wake up, I'm goin' to Gary to go cash a Rollie
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