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lil double 0 - money counter lyrics

[intro]
(hahaha)
in miami in the trunk
in miami in the trunk
n+gga get smoked, n+gga, yeah

[chorus]
i told bro go take his mask off, n+gga be scarin’ the fans too much
ride through miami, a bulletproof trackhawk, n+gga ain’t showin’ their hand for much
meet up with the chopper, shoot and have a standoff
shoot him myself, i ain’t askin’ for much
stick to the plan or a man turnt up
count it by hand, money counter jam up, uh (uh)
count it by hand, money counter jam up
they don’t go to the bank ’cause they hidin’
n+gga, get ’em a blanket, they tucked
you pourin’ drank, n+gga, what’s a line?
two fours, a pint really ain’t much
two hoes the mob still ain’t touch
can’t name a flaw b+tch that i trust, uh

[verse]
two+tone ap, look at the watch
stuck in the cell, just lookin’ at clock
n+ggas be livin’ like actors, life is a movie, but you the one changin’ the plot
broke n+gga signed a deal for a lil’ paper, not even wantin’ his tape to drop
in traffic with vert and i’m slidin’ with uzi
servin’ the dope to the j’s, that rock
basehead like the speakers knock
head to toe, one tee to the socks
we go to war, i’m front line in the bushes
it ain’t no secret, we lookin’ for opps
if me and g in a slime, then we took it
know he keep a mask on, mission or not
lay down in the bushes, get low with the fully
he dedicated, he get him a watch
i ain’t goin’ back to my old days, got too much paper to stop
only thing k!llin’ me dyin’ from old age, n+ggas ain’t gon’ spin my block
n+ggas know we steppin’ and stompin’ on sh+t, puttin’ n+ggas in a box
we the ones that put sh+t on t+shirts and come through, clear your block
pour a four or somethin’, come kick down the door or somethin’
can’t come around this hood, don’t got no face card, who you know or somethin’?
triple cross, wipe a n+gga nose, done took him off
what’s the ticket cost?
the money counter jam, who gon’ switchin’ it out?
[chorus]
i told bro go take his mask off, n+gga be scarin’ the fans too much
ride through miami, a bulletproof trackhawk, n+gga ain’t showin’ their hand for much
meet up with the chopper, shoot and have a standoff
shoot him myself, i ain’t askin’ for much
stick to the plan or a man turnt up
count it by hand, money counter jam up, uh (uh)
count it by hand, money counter jam up
they don’t go to the bank ’cause they hidin’
n+gga, get ’em a blanket, they tucked
you pourin’ drank, n+gga, what’s a line?
two fours, a pint really ain’t much
two hoes the mob still ain’t touch
can’t name a flaw b+tch that i trust, uh

- lil double 0 lyrics

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