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Scales in the house, money on my couch
Sitting on work so I can tax in a drought
After ‘bout 8 I don't serve no weight
I don't serve niggas late unless I know where they stay
You see these streets get tricky, so I'm thinkin' ahead
Who in that white van, man I'm thinkin' the FED's
The plug raise his number now he shrinkin' my bread
But it ain't shit I can't handle, P be fully prepared
I run the streets all day, no time to eat
After each sell another waiting for me
Cooking up crack in the kitchen, I gotta bounce back on these bitches
I used to weigh my dimes at a Tenth
When fiends complain I wasn't hearing that shit
I'm having things and I'm parking new whips
Tryna get YBY rich, Detroit shit

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter
I keep hearing the sound of my money counter
I keep hearing the sound of my money counter
I keep hearing the sound of my money counter
I keep hearing the sound of my money counter

Riding through my city looking like a millionaire

In the drop with a chick with Brazilian hair
She keep pressing buttons, I smacked her hand and told her stop it
She keep glancing at these stacks bulging out my pocket
Expensive watches in my bracelet, all chunked up
Last night I popped Don ‘til I was f*cked up
Lounging in the big crib watching Netflix
Texting the jeweler ‘bout how I want my necklace
Told ‘em I don't think these niggas got the message
They can't see me on my worst with their best shit
In the ‘Vette with Quis driving reckless
This all stemmed from my past crack investments
Breath on me wrong, I'ma leave you breathless
I do it big, shit they say a life precious
At the lakeview crib having breakfast
Yeah, the view be blowing minds and every time I close my eyes

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