Just Me & My Money Counter

[Intro: Skott Summerz]
The [?]
Money counter
Dollar bill, dollar bill
DaveyDaDon
Yeah
Money counter, money counter
Money counter, money counter
Yeah

[Chorus: Skott Summerz]
Gold teeth got me feelin' selfish
Gold frames got me feelin' selfish
Gold chain got me feelin' selfish
Yuh, wait
Gold—gold, teeth (Teeth)
Gold—gold, frames (Frames)
Gold—gold, chain (Chain)
Yuh
Gold teeth got me feelin' selfish
Gold frames got me feelin' selfish
Gold chain got me feelin' selfish
Yuh, wait
Gold—gold, teeth (Teeth)
Gold—gold, frames (Frames)
Gold—gold, chain (Chain)
Yuh

[Verse 1: Skott Summerz]
I just want the finer things
But this world don't agree with that
Fuck rap, I'm an Imagineer
Fuck rappin', I'm a actor, dawg
Drugs might wake yo' momma up
A hunnid drum make yo' momma duck
All my dawgs make [?] off the daps and pounds
They don't amount to no'n
Two hands, you ain't sane, nigga
Two hands, you to blame, nigga
Two hands, ain't the same nigga
Two hands just to stand the victim
Sword cutlass is my line of business
Trust me [?], nigga, never miss
The sound of the fire like the Devil's kiss
Drop two zips to a sedative (Talk your shit)
After two lines, she call me senpai
She call you daddy, you see the difference? (Facts)
She call you after, you see the difference? (Facts)
She kiss you after, you see the difference? (Facts)
Gold chain got me hella dumb
Gold teeth, I'm invincible
Gold frames got me lookin' like a brick
I'm wrapped in plastic like my momma couch

[Interlude: Skott Summerz & Flyboy Tarantino]
Money counter, money counter, money counter, aight
I like that, dawg, I like that
What else you got?
Top of the line treesh
You out here talkin' this hot shit, yo
Nigga, top of the line treesh
Stop takin' it light on these niggas
I know you got something else
Top of the line treesh
Talk your shit, come on
Aight
So you gon' rap or you gon' stand there lookin' stupid?
Aight, aight, top of the line treesh
Yuh

[Verse 2: Skott Summerz & Flyboy Tarantino]
That's my baby though, but she don't fuck with me (Big facts, big facts)
I'm done with that talkin' shit, see me fightin' for custody (Okay)
But y'all hear me though, and I say that humbly (Talk your shit)
You can talk your shit, just don't fake fuck with me, yuh
My bitch bad, I don't know what to do
Blonde with bangs like Super Saiyan 2 (Ayy)
Switchin' looks, she Super Saiyan Blue (Ayy)
Ass fat, make you uncomfortable (Huh)
Pull up on me, bet I let it go (Huh)
Niggas whippin' up that fuckin' snow (Huh)
Leanin', leanin' 'cause I poured a four (Huh)
Feel it, feel it, time movin' slow (What?)

[Outro: Flyboy Tarantino]
Trust me, feel like TMZ the way they rush me
Coolie keep the .45, please don't let him bust it (Please don't let him—)
Trust me, my niggas they pull up with that fuck shit (Pull up with that—)
Catch a closed fist if a nigga try to touch me (If a nigga try to—)
Trust me, feel like TMZ the way they rush me
Coolie keep the .45, please don't let him bust it (Please don't let him—)
Trust me, my niggas they pull up with that fuck shit (Pull up with that—)
Catch a closed fist if a nigga try to touch me (Huh, huh)
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