Money Counter

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
It's Thirty
Up every time I load dogshit in the money counter (What up, Marc Boomin?)
I feel like loadin' up the dogshit in the money counter
I fell in love with runnin' dogshit through the money

[Verse]
Hmm, I fell in love with runnin' dogshit 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'
Remember I ain't have no bed, I had to come a pallet
Hmm, all I used to do was smoke, but now I pop pills
I told 12, "The gun mine, nigga, 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, nigga
'Cause she be inside that bitch for hours
Don't try to put no pussy on me, you ain't hit the showers
Hmm, she started off sweet, but now it's gettin' sour
I piss her off three times a week, that's why I get her flowers
Hmm, I can't fuck no average shit, 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 dick'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 dogshit in a tin, have my cousin count it up
Ain't no way all you niggas 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 shit 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 nigga 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
Fuck how another nigga 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 shit 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 shit, I really own some shit
I'm not rich, but I can get it if I want some shit
Hmm, I just got all my weight back, I been on hungry shit
If you need some pape' bad, hit me up, I might can loan some shit
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 fucked to sleep at night, I need a heatin' pad
Hmm, if I ain't have no gun on me, then shit 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 niggas die young and all the fiends last?

[Outro]
Come on, nigga
Real Money Counter, MINE shit, bitch