Money Counter

(Verse 1 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic) You right I don't know shit bout no beef I don't know shit bout the streets Tell me why COD taught hisself algebra working these money machines DBM keep it 1,000, nigga I been that Sin City tint that, white bitch ain't pimp that Nigga I ain't lying, Niggas be spying But Who would you tell we got keys on consignment? Bitch I'm retiring, I will play broke Until they leak pics of the team on the boat  Floating the coast, Mafia toast F*ck Investigating, they already know Bitch I'm soldier, Pepsi or Cola, reRock a Rolla Wit baking soda, they know the odor, f*ck a promoter, the Midi Controller  Say F*ck being sober! Bitch I will drop lean in my sprite, and smoke flowers all night, till the day that I die Day that I die, xxx fuckin', da pain I'm just numbin', I feel it comin', intuition or somethin'                 Never lost nothin I needed, heavily weeded  Doubly negative, promethazine sedative Had beef then deaded it, Vet'd it, met a bitch Yeah that shit!? Lead a clip, let a clip Go! Running the streets with my Ghosts 45 tucked in my coat Hoes on my dick, ain't nothing new Still with the crew and we back at the zoo ROOF  (Hook UBM) I count up that money, no money counter that's 100,000 They see money piling, these bitches get wet like a water fountain Maison Margiela Balenciaga, man I swear to God ain't no more room in my closet Racks busting out the safe, how the f*ck i'ma close it I caint I count up that money, no money counter that's 100,000 They see money piling, these bitches get wet like a water fountain Maison Margiela Balenciaga, man I swear to God ain't no more room in my closet Racks busting out the safe, how the f*ck i'ma close it Ya caint (Verse 2 P. Henry Trotter IV) My daddy make moves, dropped out of school When he learned that my mama was pregnant with me Gotta cop him a boat for his fishing Believe me my nigga, that boat gonna have it some wings Mama she holding down 3 jobs, Black Woman strength She never stop sacrificing Gotta cop her some acres, her sisters her neighbors cnd mansions for Granny, some comforting things Gimme your currency, I done seen me some things I dreamed up in my dreams, that I want and must do cin't enough that I seen it, my family tree bit The folks that I dreamed with Yeah they coming too Black girls to protect, if we sense disrespect It's off with yo neck, in the name of the set We'll toss em in pots, and we'll serve em with grits That's a delicate dish, made of delicate bitch I was court side at Rockets, Playoffs watching Harden Ball outta control, beat The Clippers in 6 Fucked a billionaire's daughter, I had his robe on Under his roof, I was gripping her booty Laid out in Nice, have my girl grease my scalp cpply my durag, lay down take a nap Wake up eat the freshest of catch cnd her snatch, pray you stay in the black Now how NiggaRich is that? (While I) (Hook UBM) I count up that money, no money counter that's 100,000 They see money piling, these bitches get wet like a water fountain Maison Margiela Balenciaga, man I swear to God ain't no more room in my closet Racks busting out the safe, how the f*ck i'ma close it I caint I count up that money, no money counter that's 100,000 They see money piling, these bitches get wet like a water fountain Maison Margiela Balenciaga, man I swear to God ain't no more room in my closet Racks busting out the safe, how the f*ck i'ma close it Ya caint (Verse 3 UBM) I'm just tryna get my head right, got a red light on a lead pipe ct a red light, smoove lick in my head lights Bumping SpottieOttieDopaliscious Trying not to over throw the mission Flyer than a pigeon on some wires Both clean and dirty like some soapy dishes Niggas know I'm with it If ya know a nigga, niggas Know I'm bout the business I ain't playing with em I'll pull up on ya with the beef cnd put it on the grill when it's over with Niggas know I'm with the soldier shit I just bought me a Tommy Gun I'll put in on the line for my kid I just had a Son Niggas stay with the loose lipping Swear I gotta keep the tool with me Just in case a nigga think he tryin' get me I ain't even with the bullshit Pull up on you with the full clip (Hook UBM) I count up that money, no money counter that's 100,000 They see money piling, these bitches get wet like a water fountain Maison Margiela Balenciaga, man I swear to God ain't no more room in my closet Racks busting out the safe, how the f*ck i'ma close it I caint I count up that money, no money counter that's 100,000 They see money piling, these bitches get wet like a water fountain Maison Margiela Balenciaga, man I swear to God ain't no more room in my closet Racks busting out the safe, how the f*ck i'ma close it Ya Caint!