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rmc mike – money counter كلمات اغاني

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money counter lyrics
[chorus: rio da yung og]
money counter on the backseat
30 in the heat for the n_ggas tryna jack me
money counter on the back seat
30 on the heat catch them n_ggas tryna jack me
money counter on the backseat
in case them n_ggas tryna jack me
tryna show me on the bread, money counter on the backseat
money on your head the money counter in the back seat

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
ay, lil n_gga, i don’t act cheap
you want three hundred for a line, just let me grab a three
you ain’t never heard ’bout a n_gga whacking me
n_gga shot at me, and he gon’ die, that day exac_
n_gga you gon’ die that day exactly
high as h_ll, i’m in this b_tch_
high as h_ll, b_tch i’m in this b_tch smoking cavities
hit the blunt twice as lost gravity
i’m finna drop a trackhawk in the morning, n_gga
80 racks right now, i_
80 racks right now, i just blew a f_cking hundred, n_gga
you n_ggas ain’t sh_t, we the one n_ggas
hundred on me right now, cause my ice and sh_t
your lil b_tch text, said she liked the sh_t
look, n_gga, i’ll fight the b_tch
put me in the _ watch this, i’m finna write some sh_t
aye, matter of fact, b_tch i’m done writing
me and mike got two guns, b_tch, we done fighting
tryna load a hundred in the drum got my thumb tired
extra four clips for the glock got my gun tired
[chorus: rio da yung og]
money counter on the backseat
30 in the heat for the n_ggas tryna jack me
money counter on the back seat
30 on the heat catch them n_ggas tryna jack me
money counter on the backseat
in case them n_ggas tryna jack me
tryna show me on the bread, money counter on the backseat
money on your head the money counter in the back seat

[verse 2: rmc mike]
real money counter, but i ain’t counting sh_t
pistol on me, ready to go to war, we in round 6
threw a jab and missed and caught his ass with a round kick
i got a hundred racks and twenty guns at my mom’s crib
hold on, bring it back, i’m in that old bag
money on the floor, i hit the road with some bold tags
first n_gga from flint to hit a million off 4sho mag’
your diamonds fake, i got my sh_t from gary, so i’m gon’ brag
money counter on the backseat
young n_gga, heart cold as h_ll, but i pack heat
bad b_tch approached, i touched her down, she got acne
you will never see me chasing hoes, i got fat feet
30 on the glock, pop a opp to increase violence
rio high as h_ll, hit the blunt, and start freestyling
fully auto switch on that chop, bro, i’m finna swing it
ghetto boyz, when we say pape’, it got a different meaning
d_mn, i want some actavis
hit his ass with a single shot, he caught cancer quick
we on the road, b_tch start sucking d_ck, on some random sh_t
b_tch, we living like stars, we ain’t plan this sh_t
back on my sh_t, i hit the booth with no hesitation
finna pick a nickel up from paul, left kevin waiting
money counter on the backseat, i’m finna count two hundred
yeah you claim you up pape’, but you ain’t ever got no money
me and rio can’t be stopped, we like shaq and kobe
f_ck around and went to playground with that package on me
n_gga you ain’t really hard, you had an active moment
tomorrow when i wake up, i’m goin’ to gary to go cash a rollie

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