Текст песни MONEY KOUNTER - Herb4K

Oh, shit, I can fuck no something, got down hugs up on the weekend
Alicia call my phone like every day, this hoax starts tweaking
I love my bitches, poppin' pussy, suck me on my semen
My eyes red, bitch, I'm faded, smoke this blunt, turn to a demon

How about that motherfuckin' cut?
How about that bitch with that A.R.?
Talkin' my motherfuckin' hand, we gon' sit and fuck with shit and greyhards
My fuckin' go better my old ways, yo nigga, we used to take cards
Now I'm pullin' out a couple hundred for the bitches that play hard
Now niggas send a couple hundred for me to pull up with this face card
Say bitch ain't no cab in this rap, nigga, no, ain't no face star (yeah)
I bet that fuck gon' be a diamond, nigga, I don't even play cards

I run to that side like a lineman, I'm on that side like a child
Too much fuckin' guau on me, my mama say that I'm a fat fuck
With so many bitches on me, my hoes walk around with a fat one
I ain't push the wheel in a minute
My driver push up in a black truck (black truck, black truck)
And clever hop out with that switch, my twin's tryna give you a cac-cac
And all of these bitches look dick, so they tryna give me the max-up
Say that nigga talk on the net like a bitch, go to that boy, get the racks up

All these bats on me, I can't even walk
I need a money countin' forever
Count cheese, I love this guap, bitch
Count the money, find it
I dig bands on me, I can't even walk
I need a money, count it
Forever count cheese, I love this guap, bitch

Count the money, find it
Money, count it
Yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Lot of bands
Money (count, count, count)