Money Counter KARRAHBOOO

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[Intro]
Bitches mad 'cause they fucked the gang and still ain't got no clout
She don't like my song because she think it's her I'm talkin' 'bout
Niggas mad 'cause I ain't reply, fuck what they talkin' 'bout
Usain Bolt, sprintin' to the bag, I'm tryna make it out

[Verse 1]
Human money counter, need my ends, could never short me
Poppin' shit, I been goin' up since a shorty (Bitch)
I been wearing Rick all week, these bitches givin' Morty
I ain't like his tone of voice, so I slapped him with the 40
I'm a work in progress, I got Carhartt on my jeans
And I can't fuck with bitches 'cause they always spill the beans
I ain't fuckin' on that nigga, I'm not comin' out my pants
And he working for the pussy, but he not gettin' a chance
I need access to your funds
I got on Chanel, she got on 1's
And I'll beat your ass, don't need no guns
And I leave his ass on seen because he only want the buns

[Chorus]
Bitches mad 'cause they fucked the gang and still ain't got no clout
She don't like my song because she think it's her I'm talkin' 'bout
Niggas mad 'cause I ain't reply, fuck what they talkin' 'bout
Usain Bolt, sprintin' to the bag, I'm tryna make it out

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