Money Counter Rush Songtext

I keep a strap, [?] fifties and fifties, and fifties, and fifties, and fifties (Uh-uh)
Dig in my past, find some bullets and pain, you niggas bringin' that shit to the city

Know I'm the [?] princess [?] key
I'm not the [?], baby, know you wanna smoke on the tropics, baby
[?] some niggas who copied me
Think I been losin' my mind today
Hit that lil' bitch to the side, [?] but she gon' be mine today
And everything I did, I [?] question [?]
[?] gon' blow, I think that's kinda lame
I be on my own [?]
Big house, it's lookin' like [?], heart broke like all these seals
Main bitch stay all in her feelings, don't like a ho get you killed
With the Perc', I spiked in my drink, [?] can't
Fuck [?], I'ma buy me a tank
[?] Drac'
[?], rock that boy straight to sleep
My bitch colored like Madonna, bitches gotta pay for shit

Ayy, there's no more to us (Uh-uh) Ayy, we gettin' money until the money counter rush (Ayy, ayy)
I just called Ben Franklin, tell him, "Pick me up" (Uh-uh)
You niggas starvin', I just cashed out on lunch
Espicially when I'm in the bus
I'm throwin' stacks of some ones in the club and I swear there be strippers, [?] that made it duck
I had to laugh at that nigga, he talk on the 'Gram but I know that that boy is a mutt
I keep a strap, [?] fifties and fifties, and fifties, and fifties, and fifties (Uh-uh)
Dig in my past, find some bullets and pain, you niggas bringin' that shit to the city