Money Counter

[Chorus]
Damn, phone ringin’, trap jumpin’, bitch, the racks comin’
Damn, I love money counter, I don’t like thumbin’
Damn, bitch, I’m in the field, I be opp huntin’
What? You don’t get no racks, you is not stunnin’
You want smoke? Then push up on me
I’ll tip a bitch with this pole on me
Ev-ev, everyday breakfast, got the bowls on me
Ayy, bitch, my name Smoke, you can’t roll on me
AR-15, you can’t Joan on me

[Verse]
I’m in her mouth like some Extra (Extra)
No getaway in the Tesla
I can’t let this Glock go, I ain’t Elsa (What?)
Bitch, you can’t jugg a finesser (Finesser)
Feds call, I don’t answer (I don’t answer)
Off a X, Vic Mensa (Vic Mensa)
Ksubis on, fuck Wrangler (Fuck Wranglеr)
.76, give ‘em Antler (Damn)
Gang (Gang)
Hop out and I lеt it bang (Hop out and I let it-)
What? Two guns, feel like Max Payne (Two Glocks)
What? Yo’ Glock a virgin like Jane
Pop two Percs, I swear that shit keep me sane
Damn, these niggas dissin’ always tryna get a name
I call the Crips, they gon’ slide with the canes (I call the Crips)
I roll up a opp, put his ass in a game (I roll up a opp, yuh)
These hoes on my dick ‘cause they see I got some fame

[Chorus]
Damn, phone ringin’, trap jumpin’, bitch, the racks comin’
Damn, I love money counter, I don’t like thumbin’
Damn, bitch, I’m in the field, I be opp huntin’
What? You don’t get no racks, you is not stunnin’
You want smoke? Then push up on me
I’ll tip a bitch with this pole on me
Ev-ev, everyday breakfast, got the bowls on me
Ayy, bitch, my name Smoke, you can’t roll on me
AR-15, you can’t Joan on me

[Outro]
Bitch, you can’t jugg a finesser
(Gang)
(Let it bang)
(Payne)
(Wha?)
(Pop)