No Money Counter

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No Money Counter

Cause my hands make that money go
I don't need no money counter, no
Cause my hands make that paper go
I don't need no money counter, no
Cause my hands make that guala go
I don't use no money counter, no
Cause my hands make them hundreds go
I don't need no money counter, no

F*** a money counter, I just count it up
Thirty bands with my bare hands, all by myself
Take a ni*** ‘bout an hour
Got the paper cuts in my thumb
Thumbin' through them hundreds got your bitch wet
Told her hold a goldberry towel, money bring power
Put it in my hands then I fingerfuck a check
Count it up twice then I go and buy the Vette
Then I get it back same night, ni*** I'm a vet
I'ma go'n run it up, get my money up
Walk in the club with my pistol, I'm tucked
I'm a young rich ni***, I don't really give a f***
Bout the rap shit, ni*** still fire your ass up
F*** a money counter, use my hands for the money
In the bando with the trap still jumpin', Bugs Bunny
Got to use my two hands, wrap the brick like a mummy
Try the backdoor, ni*** introduce you to the tommy
Call Trey One, tell him drop the pack off
Feds in my phone, said he tipped the plug off
We cook it up, gotta scrape the pot, whip it raw
Stayed down in the trap, came out with a car
Molly Santan on ‘em break a nigga's jaw
We the richest young niggas that we seen thus far
Expensive clothes, yeah a ni*** dab up to par
When you count a hundred with your hands, ni*** you a boss

Cause my hands make that money go
I don't need no money counter, no
Cause my hands make that paper go
I don't need no money counter, no
Cause my hands make that guala go
I don't use no money counter, no
Cause my hands make them hundreds go
I don't need no money counter, no

I make her run up bands, bust them checks
Fingerfuck the money, that's how we have sex
Ran off on the plug now it's on to the next
Then I dab at the mall, young ni*** gotta flex
Then I hit your trap spot, take what you got
Thumb through the hundreds then I go and hit the lot
My diamonds real wet like I dropped ‘em in the pot
These boogers in my wrist got my rollie on snot
YRN the Label, man this shit don't stop
I stayed in the trap, made a mansion out of rocks
I used to be a runner, had holes in my socks
Now I'm getting paid just for my verses and some drops
I don't need no machine, I use my bare hands
Count it with your fingers, you wouldn't understand
Why it's f*** a money counter, got the money on the counter
In the safehouse thumbin' through it, just me and Bands

Cause my hands make that money go
I don't need no money counter, no
Cause my hands make that paper go
I don't need no money counter, no
Cause my hands make that guala go
I don't use no money counter, no
Cause my hands make them hundreds go
I don't need no money counter, no