Money Counter lyrics

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
It's Thirty
Up every time I load dogsh*t in the money counter (What up, Marc Boomin?)
I feel like loadin' up the dogsh*t in the money counter
I fell in love with runnin' dogsh*t through the money

[Verse]
Hmm, I fell in love with runnin' dogsh*t through the money counter
Every time I close my eyes I see a hundred-thousand
Hmm, allot of dust on the table, it look like haunted houses
It seem like I lost all my 'bows, and my lil' brother found 'em
Hmm, my crib a hour from the stu', it's in another county
How you ain't scared when we was shootin'? You was duck and downin'
Hmm, all I pop out with is dubs, I keep the hunnids pillin'
Remembеr I ain't have no bed, I had to come a pallеt
Hmm, all I used to do was smoke, but now I pop pills
I told 12, "The gun mine, n*gga, it's not his"
Hmm, it's crazy that I'm finna get rich off of ideas
Hmm, I hate when my sister try to go to IKEA, n*gga
'Cause she be inside that b*tch for hours
Don't try to put no pus*y on me, you ain't hit the showers
Hmm, she started off sweet, but now it's gettin' sour
I p*ss her off three times a week, that's why I get her flowers
Hmm, I can't f*ck no average sh*t, right now I'm hittin' modals
She was a ho before she moved, now she got hidden mileage
Huh, you gotta be strong and tough, you wanna get diamonds
Baby, this di*k'll change your life I put it inside you, come on
Hmm, I done fell in love with countin' up
She know her ass fat, she get inside the club and mount it up
I got some dogsh*t in a tin, have my cousin count it up
Ain't no way all you n*ggas broke, I guess the plug ran out of luck
Hmm, no matter what, secure the bag, you gotta keep it movin'
I got some fine sh*t in the A, I'm finna sneak to Houston
My eyes big, my mouth sealed, some people think I'm stupid
Hmm, I ran out of love again, so you can't think I'm Cupid
Hmm, I got my drank in Fanta's, my kids think I'm Santa
Hmm, I done sold so many 'bows I think I'm Peter [?]
Hmm, how a n*gga hatin' on me? And we ain't even handy
Hmm, I'm done smokin' when I drive, we can't even chance it
Huh, the worst lie that they told was that you needed family
Hmm, you really 'posed to get a team and make your team family
Hmm, I told lil' bro, "Calm down, you seem [?]
Right now I gotta go back to the crib, I need a clean bandage
Hmm, sometimes I wish I can wrap myself up
Don't leave me in the stu', I probably been done wrap myself up
f*ck how another n*gga feel, I'ma add myself up
I don't need no hand out, I can rack myself up, come on
I like droppin' eights in pops and barely drinkin' 'em, come on
I like havin' fine sh*t and barely sleep with 'em, come on
I got two beds at the crib but I don't sleep in 'em
Hmm, yeah, you got two cars at the crib but you be leasin' 'em
You don't own the sh*t, I really own some sh*t
I'm not rich, but I can get it if I want some sh*t
Hmm, I just got all my weight back, I been on hungry sh*t
If you need some pape' bad, hit me up, I might can loan some sh*t
Then I might not, and you can't be mad
It's not my fault you where you at, blame your cheap-ass
Hmm, name a store you can walk and get a free bag
Hmm, my side f*cked to sleep at night, I need a heatin' pad
Hmm, if I ain't have no gun on me, then sh*t might be bad
Hmm, my BM put one on my car, we playin' Freeze Tag
Hmm, a small pitch can win a game, it's called a screen pass
How the real n*ggas die young and all the fiends last?
[Outro]
Come on, n*gga
Real Money Counter, MINE sh*t, b*tch