DC - Money Counter Lyrics

Money counter, count it up
I got bands, plenty of em
Money counter, count it up
I got bands, plenty of em
Money counter, count it up
I got bands, plenty of em
Money counter, count it up
I got bands, plenty of em

Jump off a jet to a sack
My shooter gon' keep him a Mac
Puttin' SC on the map
Cookin up beats on the Mac
Diamonds dancing on my watch
That's a half a million dollar clock
No I am not Jay-Z
But I gotta keep me a rock
She pull up in a thong
She telling me to be calm
She wanna go all night long
She said you hitting it wrong woah
Tell everyone to be cool
Cuz my niggas came with the tool
They ready to shoot up the function
So my nigga don't be a fool
I ain't wanna focus in school
I ain't wanna do no work
I ain't wanna take no test
And I ain't wanna get no cert
I just want a designer shirt
And cop me a designer belt
She said my ice make her cream
Well DC gon' make her heart melt
Now they all in my pockets
Yeah they scheming and watching
They wanna know if I'm ready
Bitch I keep me a rocket
Yeah I'm ready to work
I pull up ready to clock in
Your girlfriend ready to twerk
And then I pass her like Stockton

Money counter, count it up
I got bands, plenty of em
Money counter, count it up
I got bands, plenty of em
Money counter, count it up
I got bands, plenty of em
Money counter, count it up
I got bands, plenty of em