Loose Change (Remix)

[Intro] (Run that money counter, baby) (Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy) [Chorus: 42 Dugg] Water on my neck, yeah, two chains And I keep fifty on me like loose change All my niggas into robbin', Bruce Wayne Won't never catch me actin' In the hood, I'm too active Won't never catch me actin', ayy I'm spendin', should be stackin' None of my cars tinted, get at me [Verse 1: 42 Dugg] My bitches be spoiled, you ain't makin' noise The 'Cat or a 'Hawk, yeah, I keep me a toy My niggas be Neuer, don't speak out or loiter You can't come between us, my niggas too loyal She love me to death, still I treat her like shit I'm fuckin' her best friend, I'm fuckin' her sis My nigga gettin' head, I told him to switch I'm gettin' this money, I'm gettin' this bag My nigga ever need me, I'll give him my last I did it myself, yeah, all by my own Too many around to be feelin' alone Ayy, I'm fuckin' her good Ayy, I'm fuckin' her good, I'm fuckin' her good My house in the 'burbs, still I come from the hood I wish a nigga would play with me I still got the pints and got the weed [Chorus: 42 Dugg] Water on my neck, yeah, two chains And I keep fifty on me like loose change All my niggas into robbin', Bruce Wayne Won't never catch me actin' In the hood, I'm too active Won't never catch me actin', ayy I'm spendin', should be stackin' None of my cars tinted, get at me [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] She told me she love me, I told her I hate her I told her I love her, she told me she hate me Her ex-nigga broke and that nigga a hater He flex on the 'Gram, but that nigga a faker I get my dick sucked while I'm countin' this paper That nigga went broke and he fucked up his paper I fuck on her now and you fuck on her later She call me back over to fuck on me later I sit on the field while I'm watchin' the Raiders An East Oakland nigga, but moved to Las Vegas He used to be solid, but turned to a traitor The only black nigga on my block, ain't no neighbors An eighty-five inch, but you don't see no cables I come from the hood where we used to steal cable Designer my jeans, but you don't see no label I'm still in the streets, I ain't signed to no label [Chorus: 42 Dugg] Water on my neck, yeah, two chains And I keep fifty on me like loose change All my niggas into robbin', Bruce Wayne Won't never catch me actin' In the hood, I'm too active Won't never catch me actin', ayy I'm spendin', should be stackin' None of my cars tinted, get at me [Verse 3: Money Man] I keep the flame and these niggas be schemin' Had to cut niggas off 'cause them niggas be leechin' My bad bitch from Oakland, she nasty, she freaky But she too attached and she act like she need me I'm burnin' on Cookie, this shit tastin' creamy Watch who you hang around, these niggas sneaky Can't trust a soul, so I feel like a loner Whippin' this 'Vette and this shit not a loaner He tried to play me, now he in a coma He tried to rob the spot, now he a goner Bad bitch from Richmond in love with my spirit This shit so loud and I know that you hear it Save up them racks, I did that for my children They show respect when I walk in the building She told me put it in, she tryna feel it My fragrance Gucci, yeah, I'm talkin' Guilty Just caught a play at a room in the Hilton Found me a glitch in the system, I milked it I got a white bitch with me, her name Mildred She got the swipes and we made us a killing Half a billion streams and a nigga still dealin' Made four million from the music independent Burnin' on Biscotti, I be burnin' like a chimney I just served a nigga ten bags off a blimp [Outro] (Run that money counter, baby) (Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy)