Murda - No Money Counter lyrics

[Hook] Cause my hands make that money go I don't need no money counter, no Cause my hands make that paper go I don't need no money counter, no Cause my hands make that guala go I don't use no money counter, no Cause my hands make them hundreds go I don't need no money counter, no [Verse 1] f** a money counter, I just count it up Thirty bands with my bare hands, all by myself Take a n***a ‘bout an hour Got the paper cuts in my thumb Thumbin' through them hundreds got your b**h wet Told her hold a goldberry towel, money bring power Put it in my hands then I fingerf** a check Count it up twice then I go and buy the Vette Then I get it back same night, n***a I'm a vet I'ma go'n run it up, get my money up Walk in the club with my pistol, I'm tucked I'm a young rich n***a, I don't really give a f** Bout the rap sh**, n***a still fire your a** up f** a money counter, use my hands for the money In the bando with the trap still jumpin', Bugs Bunny Got to use my two hands, wrap the brick like a mummy Try the backdoor, n***a introduce you to the tommy Call Trey One, tell him drop the pack off Feds in my phone, said he tipped the plug off We cook it up, gotta scrape the pot, whip it raw Stayed down in the trap, came out with a car Molly Santan on ‘em break a n***a's jaw We the richest young n***as that we seen thus far Expensive clothes, yeah a n***a dab up to par When you count a hundred with your hands, n***a you a boss [Hook] Cause my hands make that money go I don't need no money counter, no Cause my hands make that paper go I don't need no money counter, no Cause my hands make that guala go I don't use no money counter, no Cause my hands make them hundreds go I don't need no money counter, no [Verse 2] I make her run up bands, bust them checks Fingerf** the money, that's how we have s** Ran off on the plug now it's on to the next Then I dab at the mall, young n***a gotta flex Then I hit your trap spot, take what you got Thumb through the hundreds then I go and hit the lot My diamonds real wet like I dropped ‘em in the pot These boogers in my wrist got my rollie on snot YRN the Label, man this sh** don't stop I stayed in the trap, made a mansion out of rocks I used to be a runner, had holes in my socks Now I'm getting paid just for my verses and some drops I don't need no machine, I use my bare hands Count it with your fingers, you wouldn't understand Why it's f** a money counter, got the money on the counter In the safehouse thumbin' through it, just me and Bands [Hook] Cause my hands make that money go I don't need no money counter, no Cause my hands make that paper go I don't need no money counter, no Cause my hands make that guala go I don't use no money counter, no Cause my hands make them hundreds go I don't need no money counter, no