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Money Counter Video (MV)




Performed By: De'rell
Length: 2:18
Written by: Davion Burnett




De'rell - Money Counter Lyrics
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Had to bust a move
Need a money counter
Counting up this cash make my fingaz cramp
Sht
(Fingaz hurting)
Beat it from the back whenever we encounter
Common sense if she get passed around the click
Den she a tramp
(Ratchet hoe)
Had to bust a move to make the money flip
Had to make a power trip
You Flexin for these hoes that ain't got no standards
I do this sht for my fammo
I Put that on my grandma
We gone get rich off all this pressure
I drop my old bitch got another
Make 2 bitches kiss eachother
I sit back watch for a minute
Make dem hoes f*ck me together
All dem niggas man dey extra
Nun but bitches in my section
Bitch we on the next level
Bitch was f*cking when I met her
Know we making movie clips
But this sum real sht
I see fake smiles
And real hate
But Iont feel sht
Iont fear sht
Been so used to seeing real sht
We been broke before
But won't be long before we kill shit
Had to bust a move
Need a money counter
Counting up this cash make my fingaz cramp
Sht
(Fingers hurting)
Beat it from the back whenever we encounter
Common sense if she get passed around the click
Den she a tramp
(Ratchet hoe)
Had to bust a move to make the money flip
Had to make a power trip
You Flexin for these hoes that ain't got no standards
I do this sht for my fammo
I Put that on my grandma
We gone get rich off all this pressure
All I think about is money
Just call me the cash junkie
We ain't tricking on no hoes
But she gone shake that ass for me
Prolly hit baddest bitch
But I won't never brag on it
I can stack a million chips
And I won't never flash homie
Yea
Yea
It's bout dat work it's bout that action
Yea
Yea
F*ck all talkin all that actin
Yea
Yea
Man I got fam dats really savage
Flash to much they might just snatch it
And then feed you to the alley
I'm collecting all this cabbage
Till my jewels 100 carrots
Growing up ain't had to much
But Og kept food in the cabinets
Flex to much den get embarrassed
All talk you like a parrot
Brought yo bitch around my clique
And now dat bitch a team player
Had to bust a move
Need a money counter
Counting up this cash make my fingaz cramp
Sht
Beat it from the back whenever we encounter
Common sense if she get passed around the click
Den she a tramp
Had to bust a move to make the money flip
Had to make a power trip
You Flexin for these hoes that ain't got no standards
I do this sht for my fammo
I Put that on my grandma
We gone get rich off all this pressure
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Had to bust a move
Need a money counter
Counting up this cash make my fingaz cramp
Sht
(Fingaz hurting)
Beat it from the back whenever we encounter
Common sense if she get passed around the click
Den she a tramp
(Ratchet hoe)
Had to bust a move to make the money flip
Had to make a power trip
You Flexin for these hoes that ain't got no standards
I do this sht for my fammo
I Put that on my grandma
We gone get rich off all this pressure
I drop my old bitch got another
Make 2 bitches kiss eachother
I sit back watch for a minute
Make dem hoes f*ck me together
All dem niggas man dey extra
Nun but bitches in my section
Bitch we on the next level
Bitch was f*cking when I met her
Know we making movie clips
But this sum real sht
I see fake smiles
And real hate
But Iont feel sht
Iont fear sht
Been so used to seeing real sht
We been broke before
But won't be long before we kill shit
Had to bust a move
Need a money counter
Counting up this cash make my fingaz cramp
Sht
(Fingers hurting)
Beat it from the back whenever we encounter
Common sense if she get passed around the click
Den she a tramp
(Ratchet hoe)
Had to bust a move to make the money flip
Had to make a power trip
You Flexin for these hoes that ain't got no standards
I do this sht for my fammo
I Put that on my grandma
We gone get rich off all this pressure
All I think about is money
Just call me the cash junkie
We ain't tricking on no hoes
But she gone shake that ass for me
Prolly hit baddest bitch
But I won't never brag on it
I can stack a million chips
And I won't never flash homie
Yea
Yea
It's bout dat work it's bout that action
Yea
Yea
F*ck all talkin all that actin
Yea
Yea
Man I got fam dats really savage
Flash to much they might just snatch it
And then feed you to the alley
I'm collecting all this cabbage
Till my jewels 100 carrots
Growing up ain't had to much
But Og kept food in the cabinets
Flex to much den get embarrassed
All talk you like a parrot
Brought yo bitch around my clique
And now dat bitch a team player
Had to bust a move
Need a money counter
Counting up this cash make my fingaz cramp
Sht
Beat it from the back whenever we encounter
Common sense if she get passed around the click
Den she a tramp
Had to bust a move to make the money flip
Had to make a power trip
You Flexin for these hoes that ain't got no standards
I do this sht for my fammo
I Put that on my grandma
We gone get rich off all this pressure
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Writer: Davion Burnett
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