spur willy - money counters lyrics
[hook: w-lly jones]
we got money counters in the kitchen bugler burnin bars on the front door
(yep)
some shooters at the front door geekin gobblin mags on the chopper they don’t go
(they don’t go)
million dollar spot we set crip pills, lean, molly an we got the blow
(yeah we got the blow)
i got what you want just hit my phone anything quarter to a kilo
(quarter to a kilo)
[verse 1: w-lly jones]
my spot be like i got big meech phone
remix gang pull up they think big meech home
i’d sell pounds of a mid on my flip phone
an kilos of the blow on my iphone
i’ve been remixin n-gg-s on my blue mobile
i’ve flipped 3 country n-gg-s ain’t gotta new number
(ka ka ka)
i’m countin up all summer
hoe, i don’t pay no b-tch sell my baby momma
every n-gg- ain’t whip my -ss at the f-ckin doctor
an if i ever see that n-gg- i’ma f-ckin pop em
i’ma young rich n-gg- my lil n-gg- rob em
we a million dollar lick we spent that sh-t on choppers
(remix gang b-tch)
[hook: w-lly jones]
we got money counters in the kitchen bugler burnin bars on the front door
(yep)
some shooters at the front door geekin gobblin mags on the chopper they don’t go
(they don’t go)
million dollar spot we set crip pills, lean, molly an we got the blow
(yeah we got the blow)
i got what you want just hit my phone anything quarter to a kilo
(quarter to a kilo)
[verse 2: kushyton]
ring ring knock knock money at the door
you ain’t talkin cash money sh-t, what you call my phone for
gotta be careful don’t answer numbers i never seen before
an i don’t open the door unless i seen you through my peephole
boom
my shooters shot you through the room
probably talkin gangster sh-t me got them goons
we rock bbses boy you rock car stoon
jury
i’m in the court with the jury
lawyer arguing with the judge for a shorter trip
you would be the realer n-gg- walkin if i ever trip
i be the richest n-gg- if i make that flip
remix gang we get money we just bought the field
[hook: w-lly jones]
we got money counters in the kitchen bugler burnin bars on the front door
(yep)
some shooters at the front door geekin gobblin mags on the chopper they don’t go
(they don’t go)
million dollar spot we set crip pills, lean, molly an we got the blow
(yeah we got the blow)
i got what you want just hit my phone anything quarter to a kilo
(quarter to a kilo)
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