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money counter - rmc mike lyrics

money counter lyrics
[chorus: rio da yung og]
money counter on the backseat
30 in the heat for the n*ggas tryna jack me
money counter on the back seat
30 on the heat catch them n*ggas tryna jack me
money counter on the backseat
in case them n*ggas tryna jack me
tryna show me on the bread, money counter on the backseat
money on your head the money counter in the back seat

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
ay, lil n*gga, i don’t act cheap
you want three hundred for a line, just let me grab a three
you ain’t never heard ’bout a n*gga whacking me
n*gga shot at me, and he gon’ die, that day exac*
n*gga you gon’ die that day exactly
high as h*ll, i’m in this b*tch*
high as h*ll, b*tch i’m in this b*tch smoking cavities
hit the blunt twice as lost gravity
i’m finna drop a trackhawk in the morning, n*gga
80 racks right now, i*
80 racks right now, i just blew a f*cking hundred, n*gga
you n*ggas ain’t sh*t, we the one n*ggas
hundred on me right now, cause my ice and sh*t
your lil b*tch text, said she liked the sh*t
look, n*gga, i’ll fight the b*tch
put me in the * watch this, i’m finna write some sh*t
aye, matter of fact, b*tch i’m done writing
me and mike got two guns, b*tch, we done fighting
tryna load a hundred in the drum got my thumb tired
extra four clips for the glock got my gun tired
[chorus: rio da yung og]
money counter on the backseat
30 in the heat for the n*ggas tryna jack me
money counter on the back seat
30 on the heat catch them n*ggas tryna jack me
money counter on the backseat
in case them n*ggas tryna jack me
tryna show me on the bread, money counter on the backseat
money on your head the money counter in the back seat

[verse 2: rmc mike]
real money counter, but i ain’t counting sh*t
pistol on me, ready to go to war, we in round 6
threw a jab and missed and caught his ass with a round kick
i got a hundred racks and twenty guns at my mom’s crib
hold on, bring it back, i’m in that old bag
money on the floor, i hit the road with some bold tags
first n*gga from flint to hit a million off 4sho mag’
your diamonds fake, i got my sh*t from gary, so i’m gon’ brag
money counter on the backseat
young n*gga, heart cold as h*ll, but i pack heat
bad b*tch approached, i touched her down, she got acne
you will never see me chasing hoes, i got fat feet
30 on the glock, pop a opp to increase violence
rio high as h*ll, hit the blunt, and start freestyling
fully auto switch on that chop, bro, i’m finna swing it
ghetto boyz, when we say pape’, it got a different meaning
d*mn, i want some actavis
hit his ass with a single shot, he caught cancer quick
we on the road, b*tch start sucking d*ck, on some random sh*t
b*tch, we living like stars, we ain’t plan this sh*t
back on my sh*t, i hit the booth with no hesitation
finna pick a nickel up from paul, left kevin waiting
money counter on the backseat, i’m finna count two hundred
yeah you claim you up pape’, but you ain’t ever got no money
me and rio can’t be stopped, we like shaq and kobe
f*ck around and went to playground with that package on me
n*gga you ain’t really hard, you had an active moment
tomorrow when i wake up, i’m goin’ to gary to go cash a rollie

- rmc mike lyrics

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