Lotto Savage — Money Counter

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Chasin’ after money, yeah, we chasin’ after green
By any means we gotta get it, [?] to chase the green
I bought a money counter just so I could count up all my cheese
(Bitch)
And I’m stashin’ all the money in the trap house down the street
Yeah, I’m stashin’ all the money in the trap house down the street
The old lady called the police, tell that lady, «Go to sleep»
I get that shit in by the bale so they [?]
Your favorite rapper is a fraud flexin’ like he in the streets, whoa, whoa

Y’all fraud, lame
Pussy nigga, yeah, you flexin’, yeah
Your favorite rapper is a ho
He say he a [?], little nigga flexin’
Gettin’ to the money, been gettin’ guap
I dropped a motherfuckin’ 30 on the watch
Shooters shootin’ out the roof with the Glock
(Shooters shootin’ out the motherfuckin’ top)
Yeah (Leave a nigga dead)
[?] so you know I’m bangin’ red
My Rollie [?]
Flex on camera like you really gettin’ bread
I know you broke, boy, you sharin’ clothes
Takin’ pictures with your partner’s bankroll
You little niggas flexin’, you niggas some hoes
I’m Lotto Savage, Don Slaughter on these hoes
I Uber everywhere that I gotta go
You might catch me off in traffic with your ho
Cruisin’ through the city smokin’ on dope
Chasin’ nothing but the money, gotta get the dough
The money money is the only option
Yeah, I gotta go out there and get it
I bought a money counter just to count the money up
Gettin’ to the money, swear I gotta go and get it

Yeah, chasin’ after money, yeah, we chasin’ after green
By any means we gotta get it, [?] to chase the green
I bought a money counter just so I could count up all my cheese
And I’m stashin’ all the money in the trap house down the street
Yeah, I’m stashin’ all the money in the trap house down the street
The old lady called the police, tell that lady, «Go to sleep»
I get that shit in by the bale so they [?]
(Hey, [?], [?], [?], [?])
Your favorite rapper is a fraud flexin’ like he in the streets, whoa, whoa
(Skinny, hey, hey)

Renegade Skinny, bitch go stupid
Still got that Draco, [?], if you [?] I’ma use it (Nah, for real)
And that’s real right, nigga, this not music (Skinny, Skinny, Skinny)
I really be livin’ that shit that I say that I’m doin’ (Let’s get it, hey, [?])
These niggas be flexin’, I swear (Yeah)
But really though I do not care (No)
My life and your life not up for comparison, pussy
So please don’t compare (Nah)
The only thing I care ’bout my bros (Let’s get it)
I can’t care ’bout nobody else (Yeah)
My family dependin’ on me to take off
So I’m goin’ hard to my deat

Yeah, chasin’ after money, yeah, we chasin’ after green
By any means we gotta get it, [?] to chase the green
I bought a money counter just so I could count up all my cheese
And I’m stashin’ all the money in the trap house down the street
Yeah, I’m stashin’ all the money in the trap house down the street
The old lady called the police, tell that lady, «Go to sleep»
I get that shit in by the bale so they [?]
Your favorite rapper is a fraud flexin’ like he in the streets, whoa, whoa

Try me, nigga, if you wanna (Wanna)
Bankroll full of hundreds
For the racks I’m a runner (Rack-racks)
All my youngins, they some gunners (Yeah)
All I know is read that shit up and flip it (Yeah)
Gotta get it, never worry ’bout these bitches (No, never)
Run your sack up, get it straight out the kitchen (Run it up)
40 grippin’, I can’t slip on my pimpin’ (No)
Scrape the bowl, nigga, I want the [?] (Scrr)
It’s a [?], nigga, look at the [?] ([?])
Nigga playin’, [?] gon’ bless him
[?] talkin’, leave that boy on a [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up and leave this shit messy
Your favorite rapper be flexin’ (Yeah, yeah)
I’m pullin’ up with the bricks and the [?

Yeah, chasin’ after money, yeah, we chasin’ after green
By any means we gotta get it, [?] to chase the green
I bought a money counter just so I could count up all my cheese
And I’m stashin’ all the money in the trap house down the street
Yeah, I’m stashin’ all the money in the trap house down the street
The old lady called the police, tell that lady, «Go to sleep»
I get that shit in by the bale so they [?]
Your favorite rapper is a fraud flexin’ like he in the streets, whoa, whoa