Letra de Money Counter - Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh

(Feat. 38 Spesh)

And we just do it naturally, we never like really plan

Just like yo bruh, you know, I got this line

He's like aight, aight, I got this line (Hundred percent)

And before you know, we got a whole record, you know what I'm sayin'?

It was never like playing the first bit to go back and forth

But naturally we come up with that shit

We turn into one motherfucker when we go in there

Huh, when I was young, moms made us read Psalms and Proverbs

Now I only say a prayer 'fore I buy birds

I was right out after time served

Steady hand while that nine stir, most hustlers got calm nerves

These niggas follow me like wise words

I gave bags with strings attached like dry herbs (Ah)

Shootouts entertainment and crime merged

It's hard to describe terms, I can't explain it with kind words

And I'm a monster, the apex type

Spend five of your paychecks with a AMEX swipe

Bitches ain't shit, so I live a safe sex life

My next kid, I'm gonna get a DNA test twice, huh

Uh, I only talk in body language, y'all's be verbal

A boss can read the room like the Wall Street Journal

All I needed was a small referral

Now I got a doomsday two million cash burried stashed in a four-feet barrel

Where the hunters? Round them up

We ran through this town enough

Tell the hood I'm comin' back

Plug that money counter up

I was down, but now I'm up

Was just a diamond in the rough

You know grindin' is a must

Let's plug that money counter up

Yeah, now if you see me with a bitch, then this my newest one

And she don't get shit, but dick and chewin' gum

If I put a flame to it, it melt quick as aluminum

You trip and land on a brick, you wouldn't know what to do with one

Huh, and y'all know what my music done

Help him navigate through the slum, show him how to get to and from

Huh, 'cause I was on the foolish run

And realized a Black lawyer is just as good as the Jewish one

Uh, and the jealous friend is a foolish one

In prison for months, settled in like a monk, a Buddhist one

He moved tongues, but dude was dumb

Went from pies to a crumb, you can't give shit to a bum

They should have cut off Judas' tongue

No keys or combinations to the safe, gotta use a thumb

So much work in that motel, we buyin' out the floors

And if the trunk ain't big enough, then we gonna hollow out the doors, ah

Where the hunters? Round them up

We ran through this town enough

Tell the hood I'm comin' back

Plug that money counter up

I was down, but now I'm up

Was just a diamond in the rough

You know grindin' is a must

Let's plug that money counter up

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