MIKASA!/MONEYCOUNTER (feat. Marvo)

I don't know why these nigga's worried Bout me I put my money in the money counter My new bitch bad and she from Atlanta Got a Glock on me boy you better duck And his bitch want me, nigga that's tuff I'm a get to the racks I'm a do what I want I'm a get to the money can't pick up the Phone Now she sayin' that she need me Nowadays yeah it's hard to reach me You can't walk in my shoes boy you Couldn't even crease em' If that nigga run up we gon' turn him to Pieces All my bitches are sluts and they treat me Like Jesus (Whoa) We gon' aim at his top we gon' see what He thinkin' Yeah that nigga a bitch boy, I'm a real Demon I was all on the block servin' to the fiends Hit ya bitch one time then she for the Team Gotta nine on me if a nigga start creeping Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it Nigga it's a Trackhawk not no regular Jeep I feel like Rick Ross all I do is eat Says you beating me nigga is you Geeked? Stomp a nigga out in these new McQueen's She tryna take off my Rick Owen jeans I don't know why these nigga's worried Bout me I put my money in the money counter My new bitch bad and she from Atlanta Got a Glock on me boy you better duck And his bitch want me, nigga that's tuff I'm a get to the racks I'm a do what I want I'm a get to the money can't pick up the Phone Ouu can't pick up the phone Thumbin' through hunnids While she give me dome She gone off a yerk She took off her thong I got me some hunnids I got me a clone Got za in my wood Can't move on my own Choppa bullets eat his face Doin' the dash from the jakes Yeah, made a hunnid in a day I might go fuck on yo bae Yeah I drop a perc in my lean Know i be strapped with a Glock And that bit came with a beam I walked in with too many racks She see them hoes buss out my jeans I'm sipping on wok to the face I just spilt some on my jeans Ohhh cash out crazy I don't know why these nigga's worried Bout me I put my money in the money counter My new bitch bad and she from Atlanta Got a Glock on me boy you better duck And his bitch want me, nigga that's tuff I'm a get to the racks I'm a do what I want I'm a get to the money can't pick up the Phone Now she sayin' that she need me Nowadays yeah it's hard to reach me You can't walk in my shoes boy you Couldn't even crease em' If that nigga run up we gon' turn him to Pieces All my bitches are sluts and they treat me Like Jesus Whoa Fye, Fye, We gon' aim at his top we gon' see what He thinkin' Yeah that nigga a bitch boy, I'm a real Demon I was all on the block servin' to the fiends Aha, Aha Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it Nigga it's a Track hawk not no regular Jeep Aha, Aha Whoa We gon' aim at his top we gon' see what He thinkin' Yeah that nigga a bitch boy, I'm a real Demon I was all on the block servin' to the fiends Hit ya bitch one time then she for the Team Gotta nine on me if a nigga start creeping Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it Nigga it's a Track hawk not no regular Jeep I feel like Rick Ross all I do is eat Says you beating me nigga is you Geeked?