BIGBABYGUCCI - Money Counter Rush lyrics
[BIGBABYGUCCI - Money Counter Rush lyrics]
'Til the money counter rush ayy
Uh, uh (Dream, this shit go dummy)
Ayy, there's no more to us (Uh)
Ayy, we gettin' money until
The money counter rush
I just called Ben Franklin, tell him
"Pick me up" (Uh)
You niggas starvin'
I just cashed out on lunch
Pressure will not make me bust
I'm throwin' stacks of some ones
In the club and I
Swear they be strippers and they made a dub
I had to laugh at that nigga
He talk on the 'Gram
But I know that that boy is a mutt
I keep a stack of some bands in
Fifties, in fifties, in fifties, in fifties
In fifties
Thinkin' 'bout buyin' some bullets
And payin' these niggas
And bringin' that shit to the city
Know I'm a lion, lil' baby
I'm killin' the pussy
It's apparent when I touch the kitty
I'm not the kind, lil' bae
You want the smoke, I got time today
Stay with some niggas, you kind of gay
Thinkin' 'bout losin' my mind today
Put that lil' bitch to the
Side and then fuck
Her friend 'cause she gon' be mine today
And everything I did got consequences, yeah
It's mine to pay and they tryna be friends
'cause I'm gon' blow
I think that's kind of lame
I put LV on my lens (Damn)
Can't put down these Perc' 10s
Big house, bitch, livin' like Sims
Heart broken like all these seals
Main bitch stay all in her feels
Don't let a ho get you killed
Lil' Perc', I spiked my drink (Damn)
Only word I don't know is, "Can't"
Fuck racks, I'ma buy me a tank
FPS, hit somethin' with the Drac'
And boy, we got guns like KGB
Rock that boy just straight to sleep
My bitch poppin' like Madonna
Niggas gotta pay to see
Ayy, there's no more to us (Uh)
Ayy, we gettin' money until
The money counter rush
I just called Ben Franklin, tell him
"Pick me up" (Uh)
You niggas starvin'
I just cashed out on lunch
Pressure will not make me bust
I'm throwin' stacks of some ones
In the club and I
Swear they be strippers and they made a dub
I had to laugh at that nigga
He talk on the 'Gram
But I know that that boy is a mutt
I keep a stack of some bands in
Fifties, in fifties, in fifties, in fifties
In fifties
Thinkin' 'bout buyin' some bullets
And payin' these niggas
And bringin' that shit to the city
Uh, uh (Dream, this shit go dummy)
Ayy, there's no more to us (Uh)
Ayy, we gettin' money until
The money counter rush
I just called Ben Franklin, tell him
"Pick me up" (Uh)
You niggas starvin'
I just cashed out on lunch
Pressure will not make me bust
I'm throwin' stacks of some ones
In the club and I
Swear they be strippers and they made a dub
I had to laugh at that nigga
He talk on the 'Gram
But I know that that boy is a mutt
I keep a stack of some bands in
Fifties, in fifties, in fifties, in fifties
In fifties
Thinkin' 'bout buyin' some bullets
And payin' these niggas
And bringin' that shit to the city
Know I'm a lion, lil' baby
I'm killin' the pussy
It's apparent when I touch the kitty
I'm not the kind, lil' bae
You want the smoke, I got time today
Stay with some niggas, you kind of gay
Thinkin' 'bout losin' my mind today
Put that lil' bitch to the
Side and then fuck
Her friend 'cause she gon' be mine today
And everything I did got consequences, yeah
It's mine to pay and they tryna be friends
'cause I'm gon' blow
I think that's kind of lame
I put LV on my lens (Damn)
Can't put down these Perc' 10s
Big house, bitch, livin' like Sims
Heart broken like all these seals
Main bitch stay all in her feels
Don't let a ho get you killed
Lil' Perc', I spiked my drink (Damn)
Only word I don't know is, "Can't"
Fuck racks, I'ma buy me a tank
FPS, hit somethin' with the Drac'
And boy, we got guns like KGB
Rock that boy just straight to sleep
My bitch poppin' like Madonna
Niggas gotta pay to see
Ayy, there's no more to us (Uh)
Ayy, we gettin' money until
The money counter rush
I just called Ben Franklin, tell him
"Pick me up" (Uh)
You niggas starvin'
I just cashed out on lunch
Pressure will not make me bust
I'm throwin' stacks of some ones
In the club and I
Swear they be strippers and they made a dub
I had to laugh at that nigga
He talk on the 'Gram
But I know that that boy is a mutt
I keep a stack of some bands in
Fifties, in fifties, in fifties, in fifties
In fifties
Thinkin' 'bout buyin' some bullets
And payin' these niggas
And bringin' that shit to the city