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letra de money counter - wrld tour mafia

[intro: rafa]
huh?
rafa checkin’ in
we still goin’
sh-t’s never gon’ stop
wrld tour, b-tch
beep

[verse 1: rafa]
you hear that money counter
wrld tour cross state, slim a sl-t, i’m one of the founders (gang, gang, gang)
my b-tch think that i’m ignorin’ her but i’m just high off downers
i’m in the d, i got a bag to scoop up right there on chalmers
f-ck these n-ggas, that’s your fault you switched up, draco your karma
i got some fine asian sh-t, bustin’ juggs in arizona
you gotta get robbed for the trish, these n-ggas sippin’ on corona
i be ballin’ on these n-ggas, billy sims on oklahoma
ayy, i came up, got my people with me, now we litty
team so cold, who get the last shot? give me iggy
i turn to a dog, you turned into an informant, you a piggy
my b-tch, she a baddie, and my pockets fat, look like biggie
you ain’t frontline, why you keep on actin’ like you a soldier?
your b-tch was doin’ too much, it’s her last time comin’ over
play time is over, rafa checkin’ in, ho
brodie high as h-ll but he still tryna bend, though
actin’ like they know me, that is not my f-ckin’ kinfolk
and bro just want a slice, he’d do your ass like kimbo
i just rolled the dice, whatever happen, that’s what happens
look at me, look at them, n-ggas got left for all that jeffin’
[verse 2: wtm solid]
solid checkin’ in, i’m ballin’ like my brother, they can’t fathom that
not your last n-gga, grab what you want, i got the damages
i’m like ai in ’03, how the f-ck is y’all gon’ handle me?
it’s a d-mn identity crisis, n-ggas dressin’ like the mannequin
b-tches comin’ ’round and keep they flash out more than the cameraman
i just get fresh and get money, p-ss me off, this b-tch afghanistan
n-gga whole life a jeff, hit the top and do a backwards flip
i’m a thousand miles from home, doin’ shows, still packin’ sh-t
cross states sh-t, i keep more juggs than an african
y’all got no swag, spend a n-gga closet on my matresses
bet this t cost a line of drank older than some activis (older than)
money been shootin’ down the way, still taxin’ it
i can’t name not one b-tch i’m puttin’ before the pape’
yep, was born broke, dyin’ rich just like my n-gga fresh
b-tches doin’ fake check-ups, already knowin’ i’m great
n-ggas finished, out here clippin’ counts with them fake checks

[outro: wtm solid]
beep
that’s the money counter
tour

- wrld tour mafia

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