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letra de money counter - nino toka

[hook]
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up

[verse 1]
ayy, i’m up early i made a hundred k before dark
if you run up on some bullsh-t, we gon’ spark
i just hit a bullseye like i threw a dart
i’m riding through traffic with fn and a scar
b-tch playing unreleased saying i’m a f-cking star
d-mn, y’all boys getting finished, i was just about to start
just went and dropped the bag on this brand new foreign car
i’m riding, smoking thoinky in that f-cking push to start
dawgy talking in my chat, pull up like what’s f-cking brackin
seven-six twos, five-five-six, b-tch, i’m blasting
in the trap, cooking up that dope, doing magic
if you wanna cop some, pull up, b-tch, i’m taxing
dropped a hundred on my chain, this b-tch shine from mile away
in that h-llcat, digi-dash, b-tch, get out the way
i got rich in high school, i ain’t give f-ck about my grades
b-tch you can try to, but me and you is not the same
[hook]
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up
money counter came in, i’m just counting up

[verse 2]
riding up and down the highway with them packs
all i care about is getting money, racks
b-tch, i’m pulling up and i’m stunting, facts
we the boys that get up to something, no cap
i’m stopped at the red light and i’m smoking gas
you can try to keep up but you can’t, my sh-t fast
you trynna get served b-tch, come and hit the trap
and these packs getting mailed out, no more running laps
i walk in the spot, i turn to the trending topic
gucci shades, chain on, your b-tch wanna slop me
thoinky hitting right got me feelin’ like a zombie
my diamonds so d-mn bright, i can’t even tell what the time is
i got rich in high school, i ain’t give a f-ck about assignments
i rap my ass off, got these labels tryna sign me
dropped a hundred on my neck, i just changed the climate
trynna run up a hundred m’s and then just go private

- nino toka

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