LUDACRIS - Money Counter (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Talking)

That’s how you talk?

You know what? I don’t have to answer you, you ain’t my bitch

Know what I’m saying so shit man, fuck it

I got the whole world scared like they baler nigga

I told my bitch, she with a friend like Coca-Cola nigga

I came to call her, last time I was sobra nigga

Have life to live, I think I’m good to drank it til it’s over nigga

Fuck my liver, have my (?) have my lung with a stoner

Take that girl back, I’mma find a downer

Run out of roller papers over the crib

Fuck around and smoke, get my house with diploma

You can say that I got the highest grave man

Your bitch with my bitch know that’s not really a trade man

My life is a little bit different than yours

Bitches are a little bit thicker than yours

Whips are a little bit quicker than yours

And my crib is a little bit sicker than yours

God bless the child that's got his own nigga

I phone my lawyers like ET be phoning home nigga

Like where that check?

Get that check, everyday nigga better chase that check

Fence hair bubbling to the verse that I split

I won’t be satisfy til they brake that neck

I swear that nigga be going ham summit

And these rappers couldn’t leave their mark

Can’t see me with the hands

Out here for the day, gone for the night

Sell a couple records and it’s all by the high

Niggas doinf for a little fame and some change

I do it for hip-hop, turn tables and the mic

I’m still right in my chapter, when that rapper hold the fame nigga

Hip hop it’s my scarping ground, go back to where you came nigga

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