Money Counter ft. Jimmy V Lyrics

Yeah, money counter count it up, bitch, beep

Money counter, count it up, bitch, beep

Pour a four on the floor, bitch, sleep

Don't know why you niggas talkin' to me

Do the dash, then I go on a spree

Count it up, bitch, beep

Count it up, bitch, beep

Money counter, count it up, bitch, beep

Pour a four on the floor, bitch, sleep

I don't know why you niggas talkin' to me

Do the dash, then I go on a spree

Money counter, count it up, bitch, beep

Pour a four on the floor, bitch, sleep

I don't know why you niggas talkin' to me

Do the dash, then I go on a spree

I just popped a locket, I ain't got no other option

I might need a doctor, codeine pouring while I'm sobbing

3am diddy boppin', milly rockin' in your project

Off a big monster, yeah, I'm on your block like Contra

Codeine riffs, watch it drip, and how I sip

Now I'm pissed, baby boys I let it rip

Got a grip, my pussy nigga get a grip

Off a hook, I'm a hook, and now I'm pissed

Money counter, count it up, bitch, beep

Pour a four on the floor, bitch, sleep

I don't know why you niggas talkin' to me

Yeah I do the dash, then I go on a spree

Money counter, count it up, bitch, beep

Pour a four on the floor, bitch, sleep

I don't know why you niggas talkin' to me

Do the fucking dash, then I go on a spree

Money counter, and I'm stacking that cheese

Hundred bands, got racks up my sleeve

Cheddar boys, we makin' noise in the street

Lights out, not a peep when you sleep

Shhh

Codiene in my beans, I got bitches on my jeans

They don't wanna go to sleep, now the codiene in my veins

And a freak off a bean, she's just that geeked

You should see what I mean, man

Damn, then I hit her with the freeze frame

I'm moving on, cause she won't change

Light it up, inhale, then rotate

Blunts to the face, Hank Hill no propane

Tell you what

Money counter, count it up, bitch, beep

Pour a four on the floor, bitch, sleep

I don't know why you niggas talkin' to me

Yeah I do the dash, then I go on a spree

Money counter, count it up, bitch, beep

Pour a four on the floor, bitch, sleep

I don't know why you niggas talkin' to me

Do the fucking dash, then I go on a spree