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