Money Counter Rush Lyrics – BIGBABYGUCCI

Money Counter Rush Lyrics from Soda & Syrup is the latest English song sung by BIGBABYGUCCI.Money Counter Rush song lyrics written by BIGBABYGUCCI and produced by Dream Awake.This song published by Better Temperatures.

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Money Counter Rush Song Details

Song: Money Counter Rush
Album: Soda & Syrup
Singer: BIGBABYGUCCI
Written: BIGBABYGUCCI
Producer: Dream Awake
Label: Better Temperatures

Money Counter Rush Lyrics

‘Til the money counter rush
Ayy, uh, uh-uh (Dream, this shit go dummy)

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
Especially 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

Know I’m the [?] killin’ princess [?] apparent when I touch the kitty
I’m not that kind of bae, you want smoke, I got time today
Stay with some niggas who kinda gay
Think I might losin’ my mind today
Hit that lil’ bitch to the side, and then fuck her friend ’cause she gon’ be mine today
And everything I did, got [?] the question, yeah, my [?] And they had to be friends ’cause I’m gon’ blow, I think that’s kinda lame
I put LV on my lens, damn, can’t put down these Perc’ tens
Big house, it’s lookin’ like Sears, heart broke like all these seals
Main bitch stay all in her feels, don’t like a ho get you killed
Lil’ Perc’, I spiked in my drink, only word I don’t know is, “Can’t”
Fuck racks, I’ma buy me a tank
FPS, hit somethin’ with the Drac’
And boy, we got guns like KJB, rock that boy straight to sleep
My bitch poppin’ like Madonna, niggas gotta pay to see

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
Especially 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

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