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Money Counter Video (MV)




Performed By: C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic
Featuring: P. Henry Trotter IV, UBM
Language: English
Written by: FREDERICK RHODES, SAMUEL ALLEN
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C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic - Money Counter Lyrics




[ Featuring P. Henry Trotter IV, UBM ]

(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 f*ckin', 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
F*cked 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!
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English

(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 f*ckin', 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
F*cked 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!
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Writer: FREDERICK RHODES, SAMUEL ALLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave


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