lirik lagu karrahbooo - money counter
[intro]
b~tches mad ’cause they f~cked 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
n~ggas mad ’cause i ain’t reply, f~ck 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’ sh~t, i been goin’ up since a shorty (b~tch)
i been wearing rick all week, these b~tches 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 f~ck with b~tches ’cause they always spill the beans
i ain’t f~ckin’ on that n~gga, i’m not comin’ out my pants
and he working for the p~ssy, 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]
b~tches mad ’cause they f~cked 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
n~ggas mad ’cause i ain’t reply, f~ck what they talkin’ ’bout
usain bolt, sprintin’ to the bag, i’m tryna make it out
[verse 2]
all this sh~t is facts, it’s off the dome, i put myself in chrome
he blowin’ up my phone, you mad at me, he won’t leave me alone
bottega on my feet, bracelet elite, b~tches can’t take the heat
they thought this sh~t was sweet, she made a tweet, i pulled up on her street
[chorus]
b~tches mad ’cause they f~cked 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
n~ggas mad ’cause i ain’t reply, f~ck what they talkin’ ’bout
usain bolt, sprintin’ to the bag, i’m tryna make it out
[verse 3]
she don’t get the reference, it flew right over her head
if you hear some sh~t ’bout me, come ask me what i said
i’m not tryna be outside, i’m just tryna get the bread
and i ain’t tryna f~ck you, i will leave your sh~t on read
anybody try me, i’m gon’ put them in they place
just ask ~~~~ how i punched her in the face (true story)
you spent all that on your frontal and i still can see the lace
and i’m smokin’ on some gas that is louder than the bass
[chorus]
b~tches mad ’cause they f~cked the gang and still ain’t got no clout (b~tch)
she don’t like my song because she think it’s her i’m talkin’ ’bout
n~ggas mad ’cause i ain’t reply, f~ck what they talkin’ ’bout
usain bolt, sprintin’ to the bag, i’m tryna make it out (bah)
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