Money Counter (Freestyle) lyrics

by

Timbaland


[Intro:]
You know what
I don't have to answer to you
You ain't my b*tch
Know 'whaa I sayin?
So sh*t man, f*ck it!

[Verse 1:]
I got the whole world scared like ebola n*gga
I told my b*tch share with her friend like Coca-Cola n*gga
I can't recall the last time I was sober n*gga
One life to live
I think I'm gonna be dranking till it's over n*gga
f*ck my liver and my lungs im a stoner
If they go bad, Ima find me a donor
Ran out of rolling papers up at the crib
f*cked around and smoked on my high school diploma
Im smart (I'm smart)
You could say I got the highest grade man
Yo b*tch for my b*tch naw thats not really a trade man
My life is a little bit different than yours
b*tches are a little bit thicker than yours
Whips are a little bit quicker than yours
And my crib is a little bit sicker than yours
God bless the child that's got his own n*gga
I phone my lawyers like E.T. be phoning home n*gga
Like where that check, get that check
Everyday n*gga better chase that check
Fans head bobbing to the verse that I spit
But I won't be satisfied till they break that neck
That's Luda (That's Luda)
I swear that n*gga be going ham samich
And these rappers couldn't leave their mark in ce-ment
With they hands planted
Yall here for today
Gone by tonight
Sell a couple records and it's all by he height
n*ggas do it for a little fame and some change
I do it for hip hop, turntables, and a mic
Im still right in my chapter in that rapper hall of fame n*gga
Hip hop's my stomping ground, go back to where you came n*gga
Hahahaa
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