Ludacris - Money Counter (Freestyle) lyrics
[Ludacris - Money Counter Freestyle lyrics]
You know what i don't have to answer to you
You ain't my bitch know 'whaa I sayin?
So shit man, fuck it!
I got the whole world scared like ebola nigga
I told my bitch share with
Her friend like Coca-Cola nigga
I can't recall the last time
I was sober nigga one life to live
I think I'm gonna be dranking
Till it's over nigga
Fuck my liver and my lungs im a stoner
If they go bad, Ima find me a donor
Ran out of rolling papers up at the crib
Fucked around and smoked on
My high school diploma im smart (I'm smart)
You could say I got the highest grade man
Yo bitch for my bitch naw thats
Not really a trade man
My life is a little bit different than yours
Bitches are a little bit thicker than yours
Whips are a little bit quicker than yours
And my crib is a little bit sicker than yours
God bless the child that's got his own nigga
I phone my lawyers like ET
Be phoning home nigga
Like where that check, get that check
Everyday nigga better chase that check
Fans head bobbing to the verse that I spit
But I won't be satisfied till
They break that neck
That's Luda (That's Luda)
I swear that nigga be going ham samich
And these rappers couldn't leave
Their mark in ce-ment
With they hands planted yall here for today
Gone by tonight
Sell a couple records and it's
All by he height niggas do it for a little
Fame and some change
I do it for hip hop, turntables, and a mic
Im still right in my chapter in
That rapper hall of fame nigga
Hip hop's my stomping ground
Go back to where you came nigga hahahaa
You ain't my bitch know 'whaa I sayin?
So shit man, fuck it!
I got the whole world scared like ebola nigga
I told my bitch share with
Her friend like Coca-Cola nigga
I can't recall the last time
I was sober nigga one life to live
I think I'm gonna be dranking
Till it's over nigga
Fuck my liver and my lungs im a stoner
If they go bad, Ima find me a donor
Ran out of rolling papers up at the crib
Fucked around and smoked on
My high school diploma im smart (I'm smart)
You could say I got the highest grade man
Yo bitch for my bitch naw thats
Not really a trade man
My life is a little bit different than yours
Bitches are a little bit thicker than yours
Whips are a little bit quicker than yours
And my crib is a little bit sicker than yours
God bless the child that's got his own nigga
I phone my lawyers like ET
Be phoning home nigga
Like where that check, get that check
Everyday nigga better chase that check
Fans head bobbing to the verse that I spit
But I won't be satisfied till
They break that neck
That's Luda (That's Luda)
I swear that nigga be going ham samich
And these rappers couldn't leave
Their mark in ce-ment
With they hands planted yall here for today
Gone by tonight
Sell a couple records and it's
All by he height niggas do it for a little
Fame and some change
I do it for hip hop, turntables, and a mic
Im still right in my chapter in
That rapper hall of fame nigga
Hip hop's my stomping ground
Go back to where you came nigga hahahaa