The Underachievers – No Detectives Lyrics

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[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
Niggas love to scream at players while they sitting in the rafters
Step, reveal and get embarrassed like when Cass ripped up Dizaster, I’m like half Marilyn Manson
The other half a young scholastic
(?) Sid vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jacker
I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
We third and goal, I’m Brady off the snap
You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
Give all hell no cortizone, that nigga pops his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know, Twisted off the gnac
While twisting up the pack, used to cop it by the half P
And move it in the trap, My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map don’t let the colored hair fool you
Nigga live with the strap, you can see it in the scars
Coulda died to be richer, went to jail and did a bid
While just trying to make a flip, used to push weight in crack cars Since nigga was a kid, my lil home caught a charge
And we ain’t seen him ever since (Lawd, lawd)

[Hook : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

[Verse 2 : AKtheSavior]
Drop the location, Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
AK a starter you on the bench waiting, internet beefin then step to the pavement, niggas retreat before we get to sprayin’
Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (Uh)
I get the bag and I stack it up stack it up that be the simple equation (Uh) Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
I don’t do regular, hot like a nebula (Uh)
She gave me top and I severed her
I be the alien and I’m the predator (Uh)
Watch me clear out the perimeter
Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (Uh)
Hate when they see me like nemesis
I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
She getting loose for the hell of it
I’m wearing Prada you know what that represent
She throwing it back she competitive
Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
I had to VS my tennises
Now my shit hittin like Venus and Tennis hit

[Hook (x2) : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

Jarren Benton – The Beautiful People Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Ain’t no mercy for my enemies
When you see me better keep the energy
I am not right mentally
You are not what you pretend to be
Ain’t no friends inside the industry
How dare these pussy niggas mention me
The day forever live in infamy
I simply do not have the sympathy
I body the booth then I go buy me the coupe
I say goodbye to the roof, I keep my eye on the loot
Bitch I’m a god, I need a bionic suit
I could not hang with these lames, even if I’m in a noose
My niggas gon’ pull up on you
Pop a trunk, get the two, pop, it’s time to peel off just like Booth
I should be locked in a zoo
Knock off your block just like ooh
Take off her top in the pool
She give me top and I’m cool
You see the chop and then drive off the jewels
Bitch it’s the bully, I dropped out of school
I pack a punch that’ll knock out a moose
Nigga vamos baby y’all gotta move
Express level Benton, bitch I will not lose
I’m from the home of the brave, rep the East of the A
You shot at my partner now he gotta pay
I weed out the fake, I could see y’all afraid
I don’t fuck with these niggas, don’t need all the hate
Gun on my waist, I don’t need my brigade bumping Marilyn Manson, bitch we gotta raid
Don’t ever forget it, bitch, we do not play
This the reaper, I put your ass deep in the grave you bitch

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s no time to discriminate
Hate every motherfucker that’s in your way

[Chorus]
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or something free?
Hey, you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes, man, it’s hard to be clean

[Verse 2]
Ugh, The Beautiful People, look bitch I’m in beast mode
You say we got beef or
Won’t you come to the beef store, watch me cut up meatloaf
That little bitch give me deepthroat
Ram a coke up my mink coat
Going down like a sinkhole
Turn this bitch into a freakshow
Got a new pack of cinco
That’s a .45, leave you mortified
Now we torture guys, wait for your demise
Bitch stop acting like you’re horrified
Push this brain and dope across the borderline
They button up, they act like Coraline
Married to the game, this for 40 bruh
When I die, I’ll be immortalized
Bitches close your eyes cause it’s a homicide motherfucker

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s no time to discriminate
Hate every motherfucker that’s in your way

[Chorus]
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful or something free?
Hey, you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes, man, it’s hard to be clean

Soulja Boy – B With The Wings Lyrics

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
I’m in the B with the wings
Trap with my nigga, you know that we serve hot wings
Me and my gang on the same team
Trap out the Hellcat, I’m doing my thing
Two hundred fifty thousand, see my Rollie bling
Walk in this bitch, how you ain’t notice me?
Red and green B, like Christmas tree
Walk in this bitch with a stick on me

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Young Drako, nigga I trap out the mansion
Walk in this bitch and my diamond was dancing
Serving that trap out the Phantom
My young nigga rock out like Marilyn Manson
Young Drako nigga, serve percocets and I serve xannies
Fuckin’ your bitch, she hopped out her panties
Sippin’ on lean, it tasting like candy
Lil nigga, sit down, I know you can’t stand me

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
I’m in the B with the wings
Trap with my nigga, you know that we serve hot wings
Me and my gang on the same team
Trap out the Hellcat, I’m doing my thing
Two hundred fifty thousand, see my Rollie bling
Walk in this bitch, how you ain’t notice me?
Red and green B, like Christmas tree
Walk in this bitch with a stick on me

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Walk in this bitch with a whole lot of bands
They say I made it, they say I’m the man
My niggas shooting, Afghanistan
Walk in the crib and I pop a xan
Last year, they used to hate on me, two-tone on me (Oh)
Three bands and Gucci on me, y’all niggas chasing some money
I’m on a private jet straight to the moon
Talking bout money, Balenci’ my shoes
Ice on my neck, got me feeling so cool
Just got a million, I know what to do

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
I’m in the B with the wings
Trap with my nigga, you know that we serve hot wings
Me and my gang on the same team
Trap out the Hellcat, I’m doing my thing
Two hundred fifty thousand, see my Rollie bling
Walk in this bitch, how you ain’t notice me?
Red and green B, like Christmas tree
Walk in this bitch with a stick on me

HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott & Quavo – Where U From lyrics

[Intro: André 3000]
Shoot through your car; shout out to Cardo
Cardo got wings

[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
If that coupe came with rims, I don’t want it (skrrt)
Stock me out (ooh, yeah), big block me out (ooh, yeah)
Robocops, they out (ayy), put my guns in the house (12)
So much cash over this way (cash), no, no droughts
Too much of alcohol, we need more options
Need more dancers, oh, we way too poppin’
In love with ice and chains, I’m way too flashy
We movin’ fast as hell, no, they can’t catch me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Fill that pot with my arm, put that on my mom (skrrt skrrt)
Walk around with two drums, call that Under Arm (baow)
Put that coca on her tongue, bet it get numb (coco)
Nawfside, H-Town, nigga, where you from? (where)
Ayy, where you from?
Ayy, where you from?
Yeah, where you from?
Ayy, where you from?

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Freaks got me geeked, yeah
Energy, suck it outta me, yeah
Hit my phone, click, then I’m home
Styrofoam, zone, zone zone zone
Get a brick, get a band, okay
We let it blow the same way
See this life when you make this wave
Du-rag life, shit laid
Poker face, in and out my place
When you play that high stakes
Wild, just like my style
When you roll that loud, can’t hear you now

[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
If that coupe came with rims, I don’t want it (skrrt)
Stock me out (ooh, yeah), big block me out (ooh, yeah)
Robocops, they out (ayy), put my guns in the house (12)
So much cash over this way (cash), no, no droughts
Too much of alcohol, we need more options
Need more dancers, oh, we way too poppin’
In love with ice and chains, I’m way too flashy
We movin’ fast as hell, no, they can’t catch me

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Quavo, we movin’ too fast (too fast)
The coupe got drag (coupe got drag)
America’s most wanted (who?)
Huncho and Jack (Huncho and Jack, yeah)
I just left the jeweler, now my diamonds dancin’ (dance)
She takin’ all this cocaine, call her Marilyn Manson (coco)
Got the .5 on the waist
Walk in the buildin’, fire in the place (fire)
Every time I buy a brand new piece
I buy a brand new K (yeah)
Turned myself into a young beast
Yeah I remember this day (beastie, beastie)
I remember this day (hey)
Ice piece, no blades (ice)
Double Cs my shades (Chanel)
We the stars and we famous (stars)
Don’t get involved with the gangstas (no)
Don’t get involved with the bangas (no)
‘Cause I got stripes like a Bengal (stripes)
I’ma need every single (yeah)
Stack it up like Pringles (tall)

[Bridge: Quavo]
Stack it tall, make it look like magic (ye)
What it look like?
If that coupe came with rims then you can have it
Yeah, yeah, ye

[Chorus: Quavo & Travis Scott]
If that coupe came with rims, I don’t want it (skrrt)
Stock me out (ooh, yeah), big block me out (ooh, yeah)
Robocops, they out (ayy), put my guns in the house (12)
So much cash over this way (cash), no, no droughts
Too much of alcohol, we need more options
Need more dancers, oh, we way too poppin’
In love with ice and chains, I’m way too flashy
We movin’ fast as hell, no, they can’t catch me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Fill that pot with my arm, put that on my mom (skrrt skrrt)
Walk around with two drums, call that Under Arm (bow)
Put that coca on her tongue, bet it get numb (coca)
Nawf Side, H-Town, nigga, where you from?
Ayy, where you from?
Ayy, ayy, where you from?
Yeah, where you from?
Ayy, where you from?

blink-182 – The Only Thing That Matters lyrics

[Verse 1: Mark Hoppus & Matt Skiba]
Where the hell did you come from
Outer space or heaven above
Short of breath my long-lost love
I can’t believe my eyes
Are you for real?
My life before was such a mess
There’s no use dwelling on the past
My broken heart was in a cast
Then you showed up and it began to heal

[Chorus: Mark Hoppus]
Cause you’re the only thing that matters
Cause you’re the only thing that’s real
Cause you’re the only thing I’ll never let go
Cause you’re the only thing I feel

[Verse 2: Matt Skiba]
Someday you’ll come back to me
And I’ll say something bitterly
And you’ll go racing toward the kitchen
Grab a knife erase my vision
Take my flatscreen television
And my paintings by Marilyn Manson

[Chorus: Mark Hoppus]
Cause you’re the only thing that matters
Cause you’re the only thing that’s real
Cause you’re the only thing I’ll never let go
Cause you’re the only thing I feel

[Chorus: Mark Hoppus]
Cause you’re the only thing that matters
Cause you’re the only thing that’s real
Cause you’re the only thing I’ll never let go
Cause you’re the only thing I feel

Profound – Make Noise lyrics

Hook:

When you hear this record play
You better just make noise
When you put this record on
You better just make noise
Fuck everything that haters say
They just like to make noise
Nothin that they say is real
They just like to make noise
(yea I still got t)

Verse 1

I don’t give a fuck
And everybody here knows that
Every time I’m rappin
I go crazier than Kojak
Every time I’m rappin
I be snappin like a kodak
Every time you rappin
You sound softer than some Kotex
And those facts
See fuccin wit me will get ya throat slashed
Serial killin emcees like the zodiac
What you laughin at
Get ya funny bone cracked
While I sit back and laugh at the aftermath
Now that’s a real muthafuckin rapper starter pack
Roger that
(when you hear this record play)
Naw fuck that Tre Exel I’m going back in
I still don’t give a fuck
That’s why I’m rappin wit a mean mug
See me in the club
Don’t say nothin lest it’s love
Cuz if I swing
I’m a break anything
That I touch
And plus
You don’t know what my little n***** clutch
Hands up

Hook:

When you hear this record play
You better just make noise
When you put this record on
You better just make noise
Fuck everything that haters say
They just like to make noise
Nothin that they say is real
They just like to make noise

Verse 2

Addicted to rappin
And killin rappas
Stompin em out
Like Zetas and Kappas
Gators and Tappers
You don’t like me
You must not be part of the masses
I’m the greatest like my first name was formerly Cassius
N***** testin me
They ain’t never took these classes
Flow is hella mean
Like punching a nerd wit glasses
You don’t like me
Fuck you
You can suck my dick backwards
I’m a beast I’m a bastard
I’m the truth I’m the answer
And did I mention that I’m handsome
Catch me dirty dancin
Wit yo chick
Straight romancin
Real n**** shit
No actin no Ted Danson
All I want is my team
In big houses and mansions
All I’m tryin to do is my dream
And have expansions
Better finances
Tryna have advancement
Lookin at me sideways
I can see you glancin
Crazy muthafucka
Like I’m Marilyn Manson

Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

New Radicals – You Get What You Give

Uh

Ooh

What, what, what, what
1, 2
1, 2, 3, ooh

Wake up, kids, we got the dreamers’ disease
Age 14, they got you down on your knees
So polite, we’re busy still saying please

Frienemies, who, when you’re down, ain’t your friend
Every night we smash a Mercedes-Benz
First we run, and then we laugh till we cry

But when the night is falling
You cannot find the light (Light)
You feel your dreams are dying
Hold tight

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give

I’m comin’ home, baby
You’re the tops
Give it to me now

Four A.M., we ran the Miracle Mile
We’re flat broke, but, hey, we do it in style
The bad rich, God’s flying in for your trial
Ha-ha-ha

But when the night is falling
You cannot find a friend (Friend)
You feel your tree is breaking
Just bend

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give

Ow

This whole damn world can fall apart
You’ll be okay, follow your heart
You’re in harm’s way, I’m right behind
Now say you’re mine

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give
(Don’t let go)
I feel the music in you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fly high
What’s real can’t die

You only get what you give
You’re gonna get what you give
(Don’t give up)
Just don’t be afraid to leave

Health insurance ripoff lying
FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they’re multiplying
Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson
Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson
You’re all fakes, run to your mansions
Come around, we’ll kick your ass in

(Don’t let go)
(One dance left)
(Don’t give up)
(Can’t forget)
(Don’t let go)

New Radicals – You Get What You Give

Uh

Ooh

What, what, what, what
1, 2
1, 2, 3, ooh

Wake up, kids, we got the dreamers’ disease
Age 14, they got you down on your knees
So polite, we’re busy still saying please

Frienemies, who, when you’re down, ain’t your friend
Every night we smash a Mercedes-Benz
First we run, and then we laugh till we cry

But when the night is falling
You cannot find the light (Light)
You feel your dreams are dying
Hold tight

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give

I’m comin’ home, baby
You’re the tops
Give it to me now

Four A.M., we ran the Miracle Mile
We’re flat broke, but, hey, we do it in style
The bad rich, God’s flying in for your trial
Ha-ha-ha

But when the night is falling
You cannot find a friend (Friend)
You feel your tree is breaking
Just bend

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give

Ow

This whole damn world can fall apart
You’ll be okay, follow your heart
You’re in harm’s way, I’m right behind
Now say you’re mine

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give
(Don’t let go)
I feel the music in you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fly high
What’s real can’t die

You only get what you give
You’re gonna get what you give
(Don’t give up)
Just don’t be afraid to leave

Health insurance ripoff lying
FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they’re multiplying
Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson
Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson
You’re all fakes, run to your mansions
Come around, we’ll kick your ass in

(Don’t let go)
(One dance left)
(Don’t give up)
(Can’t forget)
(Don’t let go)

Migos – Money Counter letras

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 1: Dirty Dave]
This a whole lot of money
Nothin’ but ’em 20s, 50s and ’em 100s
Quavo get the yayo
And some rubber bands, don’t forget the scale
Ooooh, trap house jumpin’
Bitch, I thought I told you keep that corner runnin’
Now take that to the stash house
Migo we don’t need no friends, we count the cash out
[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I just hit a juug on the money counter
I’m swimmin’ in the money I think I’m drownin’
I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion
I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson
Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag
I don’t throw it away it ain’t no trash can
Thought I told you I got molly, I’m the sand man (sandman)
No I’m not a drum major I’m the band man

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Bring out that money counter in the money mansion
Well, my diamonds be dancin’
Cookin’ and wrappin’ that work up from plastic
Shippin’ it on the Titanic
Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon
Abracadabra do magic
Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper
Got a hundred thousand in the Aston
Dirty they whippin’ a hurricane
So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave
Trap with that work like I’m [?]
Bando lookin’ like a masquerade
Wake up in the morning, spark up my OG
Then I blow my smoke off of my balcony
Whippin and beatin that pot
I hit it with the uppercut, that’s a fatality

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 4: Offset]
We got that money counter
Cookin’ that dope like it hamburger helper
Got a can of nines, no german shephard
Touchdown on the plug
Give back to the hood I never been selfish
Adopting a baby, god father like Melvin
I’m a cash rapper
Trappin’ and cappin’ tryna’ make a livin’
The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol
Dirty game, dirty dollars
More money bring more power
The bigger the risk the more you get rich
You niggas not rich, you niggas counterfeit
Juggin’ OG and I’m juggin’ the bricks
I’m stuck in the trap, I can’t go [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

Migos – Money Counter

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I just hit a juug on the money counter
I’m swimmin’ in the money I think I’m drownin’
I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion
I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson
Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag
I don’t throw it away it ain’t no trash can
Thought I told you I got molly, I’m the sand man (sandman)
No I’m not a drum major I’m the band man

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Bring out that money counter in the money mansion
My diamonds be dancin’
Cookin’ and wrappin’ that work up from plastic
Shippin’ it on the Titanic
Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon
Abracadabra do magic
Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper
Got a hundred thousand in the Aston
Dirty they whippin’ a hurricane
So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave
Trap with that work like I’m [?]
Bando lookin’ like a masquerade
Wake up in the morning
[?] my OG, then I blow my smoke off of my balcony

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 3: Offset]
We got that money counter
Cookin’ that dope like it hamburger helper
Got a can of nines, no german shephard
Give back to the hood I never been selfish
Adopting a baby, god father like Melvin
I’m a cash rapper
Trapper and capper tryna’ make a livin’
The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol
Dirty game, dirty dollars
More money bring more power
The bigger the risk the more you get rich
You niggas got rich, you niggas counterfeit
Juggin’ OG and I’m juggin’ the bricks
I’m stuck in the trap, I can’t go [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

Migos – Money Counter Lyrics

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I just hit a juug on the money counter
I’m swimmin’ in the money I think I’m drownin’
I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion
I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson
Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag
I don’t throw it away it ain’t no trash can
Thought I told you I got molly, I’m the sand man (sandman)
No I’m not a drum major I’m the band man

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Bring out that money counter in the money mansion
My diamonds be dancin’
Cookin’ and wrappin’ that work up from plastic
Shippin’ it on the Titanic
Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon
Abracadabra do magic
Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper
Got a hundred thousand in the Aston
Dirty they whippin’ a hurricane
So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave
Trap with that work like I’m [?]
Bando lookin’ like a masquerade
Wake up in the morning
[?] my OG, then I blow my smoke off of my balcony

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 3: Offset]
We got that money counter
Cookin’ that dope like it hamburger helper
Got a can of nines, no german shephard
Give back to the hood I never been selfish
Adopting a baby, god father like Melvin
I’m a cash rapper
Trapper and capper tryna’ make a livin’
The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol
Dirty game, dirty dollars
More money bring more power
The bigger the risk the more you get rich
You niggas got rich, you niggas counterfeit
Juggin’ OG and I’m juggin’ the bricks
I’m stuck in the trap, I can’t go [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter