Money

[Hook: Lil Slik] All the bad bitches on me All the bad bitches want me My finger tips turning green All I ever did was count money Don't need a nigga to count it for me I'm addin' up like algebra Don't need a nigga to run up on me Linebacker bullets you get tackled up Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad bitch, yeah Money gone make sure we shine Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad bitch, yeah Money gone make sure we shine [Verse 1: DC Young Fly] These niggas ain't gangsta, keep the banger These niggas ain't put in no work So bring that ass here, boy Cop a chopper that will leave you on shirts, huh Niggas act more groupie than they bitch do I said, "You smokin'?", said, "Nah, but my bitch do" I said, "Cool, Imma hit you 'round see, fool" Bitch gave me the ass so Imma show her what the dick do Call my nigga Fetty Wap, said you got that With the Trap Queen, yeah, I know where the block at Took a trip to Georgio cause I need to cop that Put the tax on the jugg, sweet? gotta pop that Atlanta West Side, home of the brave Crack fiend, nigga, home of the J's If you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar then I gotta holler Cause I swear my nigga Yay, you want a whole another page [Hook: Lil Slik] All the bad bitches on me All the bad bitches want me My finger tips turning green All I ever did was count money Don't need a nigga to count it for me I'm addin' up like algebra Don't need a nigga to run up on me Linebacker bullets you get tackled up Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad bitch, yeah Money gone make sure we shine Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad bitch, yeah Money gone make sure we shine [Verse 2: Lil Slik] I'm addin' money like the cross I need some extra teeth the way I'm really tryna floss It's hard to take a loss, I cannot take a plea My pockets on green, ahh! like peas My lungs on Act, ahh! straight lean My chain look like a TV on my belly, Telletube My safe ain't safe, don't touch or shit get deadly ahh! trouble Bitches on me everywhere like I put my pimpin' on shuffle I'm in this bitch with Fetty Wap, you better watch your bitch You better cop a brick, you better make it flip You talk to cops, you a bitch, woo woo woop [Hook: Lil Slik] All the bad bitches on me All the bad bitches want me My finger tips turning green All I ever did was count money Don't need a nigga to count it for me I'm addin' up like algebra Don't need a nigga to run up on me Linebacker bullets you get tackled up Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad bitch, yeah Money gone make sure we shine Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad bitch, yeah Money gone make sure we shine [Verse 3: Fetty Wap] All I ever do is count guap, countin' up non-stop Run up on me, get shot, .45 keep it cocked ZooWap from the block, sellin' juggin sellin' rocks That nigga tellin' he a cop, he runnin' 'round with the ops Fuck a oposition, ain't no competition Keep a handgun when I'm lane switchin' Seventeen sippin' with the lean dippin' Magazine hit 'em, thirty-three pimpin' Fuck a oposition, ain't no competition Keep a handgun when I'm lane switchin' Seventeen sippin' with the lean dippin' Magazine hit 'em, thirty-three pimpin' [Hook: Lil Slik] All the bad bitches on me All the bad bitches want me My finger tips turning green All I ever did was count money Don't need a nigga to count it for me I'm addin' up like algebra Don't need a nigga to run up on me Linebacker bullets you get tackled up Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad bitch, yeah Money gone make sure we shine Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad bitch, yeah Money gone make sure we shine