Money Counter

(Bye bye, bye bye, come on) Hop in my bag, tryna run 'em damn racks up Doin' the dash on the ass 'til I pass 'em Take the boy down, hold his pocket for ransom Come to the spot, got the bags on the counter Nigga, that the money counter Steppin' that dog shit in my pocket Nigga, I keep on losin' count Keep on doggin' these fine shit I just be fuckin' these hoes and kissin' 'em right Young nigga shit, tryna work that block Everywhere I go, my truck gon' bump Call my phone anytime, I answer for you Catchin' my fire in the hood, I'm paranoid Gen 5 Dunkin', nigga act like a joint Just show him the way, I ain't provin' no point Come down my street if you tryna get burnt How shit hit his cap, I ain't tellin' I'm no parent Spent racks on this drip, think I'm never gon' learn Need this shit now, I'm done waitin my turn Hop in my bag, tryna run 'em down, racks up Doin' the dash on the ass 'til I pass 'em Take the boy down, hold his pocket for ransom Come to the spot, got the bags on the counter Nigga, that the money counter Make a juice, throw this shit in my pocket I keep losin' count Young nigga gun shit down Some say two-mile rounds Rap shit my new path Think I'ma buy my mama a house Ride that shit twice, I don't want no smell Couple weeks ago, I was just in that cell Shit gettin' real crazy, tryna make a montage Nigga be snitchin', man, this shit gettin' weird Step on a nigga, balenci, I'm trippin' Kick the curb, nigga, I done fucked up the rim Marko be kickin', this bitch got some lift Pull out the pistol, I'm a nut on the lips Quick draw, hollow fan, bust out the roof All that sneak dissin, how a nigga get killed He scared to get paid, he would fuck 'bout that feelin' I done made me a name, shit came with some risks Hop in my bag, tryna run 'em down, racks up Doin' the dash on that ass 'til I pass 'em Take the boy down, hold his pocket for ransom Come to the spot, got them bags on the counter Nigga, that the money, counter Make a juice, throw this shit in my pocket I keep losin' count