money counter - montannaatm lyrics
[intro]
(turn me up, sly)
yeah
i don’t know what the f*ck be goin’ on, man
[verse 1]
we don’t play no games, get in the way, we knock him down
sh*lls hit his face, bet he won’t make another sound
he won’t make another move
he got hit, he bleedin’ out, he can’t recover from his wounds (from his wounds)
catch a k!ll, then we be cool (then we be cool)
money long as sh*t, but i’m stuck in my ways, i’m shakin’ food (i’m shakin’ food)
in the spot for weeks, this b*tch do ten a day, boy, i won’t move
n*ggas overplayed they part up in this sh*t tryna be cool (for real)
they ain’t never got no money in this sh*t, these n*ggas through
d*mn near thirty talkin’ ’bout you on the block, these n*ggas finished
vvs, i’m finna flood my whole mouth, i need a dentist
ain’t no wock’ around, i’ma pour up tris when i replenish
thousand dollar cup, you look broke as f*ck askin’ to hit it
i done fell in love, you love percocets, i feel money’s the better drug
exotic sh*t, cut off my old hoes, they too regular
they gon’ hate you when they see you really ran it up
that money counter make that beep, man, i fell love
walk in the trap, i stand on business, then i add it up
push me a couple ps, straight to the green, it ain’t no time for fun
the opps so broke and them boys still can’t get near me, they just mad at us
told n*ggas add it up
[chorus]
i done fell in love, you love percocets, i feel money’s the better drug
exotic sh*t, cut off my old hoes, they too regular
they gon’ hate you when they see you really ran it up
money counter make that beep, i done fell love
hundred thousand dollars cash, i had to rack it up
you know i’m married to this sh*t, it ain’t no better love
dead presidents on me, just watch me count it up
it took no time for you to realize i’m not regular
[verse 2]
i don’t want no cartier, my money too long
when i buy this ap, i’ma get it two*tone
we got them ps in, new zaza too strong
don’t trust these new n*ggas, they might do you wrong
i ain’t been livin’ right ever since you gone
always stood ten toes, i kept my shoes on
bro let them switches off, lil’ n*gga, you gone
let go of the old me, you gotta move on
he talk that cheap sh*t, so he got proved wrong
ain’t with that preachin’, i could put you on
they want that old me, i want a new home
i stack them racks up, i got them blues now
[chorus]
i done fell in love, you love percocets, i feel money’s the better drug
exotic sh*t, cut off my old hoes, they too regular
they gon’ hate you when they see you really ran it up
money counter make that beep, i done fell love
hundred thousand dollars cash, i had to rack it up
you know i’m married to this sh*t, it ain’t no better love
dead presidents on me, just watch me count it up
it took no time for you to realize i’m not regular
[outro]
mm*mm
yeah
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