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money counter - 3200 tre lyrics

[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
it’s thirty
up every time i load dogsh*t in the money counter (what up, marc boomin?)
i feel like loadin’ up the dogsh*t in the money counter
i fell in love with runnin’ dogsh*t through the money

[verse]
hmm, i fell in love with runnin’ dogsh*t through the money counter
every time i close my eyes i see a hundred*thousand
hmm, allot of dust on the table, it look like haunted houses
it seem like i lost all my ‘bows, and my lil’ brother found ’em
hmm, my crib a hour from the stu’, it’s in another county
how you ain’t scared when we was shootin’? you was duck and downin’
hmm, all i pop out with is dubs, i keep the hunnids pillin’
remembеr i ain’t have no bed, i had to come a pallеt
hmm, all i used to do was smoke, but now i pop pills
i told 12, “the gun mine, n*gga, it’s not his”
hmm, it’s crazy that i’m finna get rich off of ideas
hmm, i hate when my sister try to go to ikea, n*gga
’cause she be inside that b*tch for hours
don’t try to put no p*ssy on me, you ain’t hit the showers
hmm, she started off sweet, but now it’s gettin’ sour
i p*ss her off three times a week, that’s why i get her flowers
hmm, i can’t f*ck no average sh*t, right now i’m hittin’ modals
she was a ho before she moved, now she got hidden mileage
huh, you gotta be strong and tough, you wanna get diamonds
baby, this d*ck’ll change your life i put it inside you, come on
hmm, i done fell in love with countin’ up
she know her ass fat, she get inside the club and mount it up
i got some dogsh*t in a tin, have my cousin count it up
ain’t no way all you n*ggas broke, i guess the plug ran out of luck
hmm, no matter what, secure the bag, you gotta keep it movin’
i got some fine sh*t in the a, i’m finna sneak to houston
my eyes big, my mouth sealed, some people think i’m stupid
hmm, i ran out of love again, so you can’t think i’m cupid
hmm, i got my drank in fanta’s, my kids think i’m santa
hmm, i done sold so many ‘bows i think i’m peter [?]
hmm, how a n*gga hatin’ on me? and we ain’t even handy
hmm, i’m done smokin’ when i drive, we can’t even chance it
huh, the worst lie that they told was that you needed family
hmm, you really ‘posed to get a team and make your team family
hmm, i told lil’ bro, “calm down, you seem [?]
right now i gotta go back to the crib, i need a clean bandage
hmm, sometimes i wish i can wrap myself up
don’t leave me in the stu’, i probably been done wrap myself up
f*ck how another n*gga feel, i’ma add myself up
i don’t need no hand out, i can rack myself up, come on
i like droppin’ eights in pops and barely drinkin’ ’em, come on
i like havin’ fine sh*t and barely sleep with ’em, come on
i got two beds at the crib but i don’t sleep in ’em
hmm, yeah, you got two cars at the crib but you be leasin’ ’em
you don’t own the sh*t, i really own some sh*t
i’m not rich, but i can get it if i want some sh*t
hmm, i just got all my weight back, i been on hungry sh*t
if you need some pape’ bad, hit me up, i might can loan some sh*t
then i might not, and you can’t be mad
it’s not my fault you where you at, blame your cheap*ass
hmm, name a store you can walk and get a free bag
hmm, my side f*cked the sleep at night, i need a heatin’ pad
hmm, if i ain’t have no gun on me, then sh*t might be bad
hmm, my bm put one on my car, we playin’ freeze tag
hmm, a small pitch can win a game, it’s called a screen pass
how the real n*ggas die young and all the fiends last?
[outro]
come on, n*gga
real money counter, mine sh*t, b*tch

- 3200 tre lyrics

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