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Money Counter (feat. Thelonius) Video (MV)




Performed By: M.Wade
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Christopher Ravenel, Malik Wade




M.Wade - Money Counter (feat. Thelonius) Lyrics
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I'm a staple in my city, true business
I done supplied more niggas than a soup kitchen
For all this wigging I might bang
Put a part in your shit, if you bob and weave
Just stay on track like beauticians
See my position, can't you hear the difference
If I start wilding out on the set am I tripping
Boy I been this and how I sin tense
So if I'm coming for the money make sure no commas is missing
Oh yea, check my punctuation
Lines so dope I got enough for the snorters
It'll look like empty parking spaces
Let your headrest, I ain't dumbing down for you niggas
Y'all get handouts, in other words, I'm allowing you niggas
I ain't fouling you niggas, if we being technical about it
I got 2 shots coming out of town for you niggas
If I could slow it down I would
You think you can, then you should
You would get it if you could
If you Gucci, then I'm good
Listen, if I'm just being honest
Young and polished, Luka Doncic
I'm the top gun when my time cruise ain't no wasted sails
I'm hot as hell, and I'm giving it to you as promised
A prophet who makes profit, I deliver shit with calmness nigga
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
My nigga count it all
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
My nigga count it all
As I check my reflection in a bathroom cabinet mirror
I billow through the fog until my peripheral is clearer
I'm 30 years plus but my tale has never been told
My ambition is Stone Cold within this Attitude Era
I paint another reference like Mozart
Shoot with the pen of Beethoven through champagne flutes like a blow dart
That's light work you should really witness the process
When I dip the picture in scripture my Readers Digest
I done had conversations with real niggas
Real hitters, spit a cappella for real killers
Guerrillas they deal with ya, bananas they peel with ya
Potassium to your stomach you dumping that's ill with ya
But I don't write on margins with that tough-guy talk
I'm learning lessons at your discretion that's outlined chalk
So when I catch a couple cases know it's never a body
Tryna kill an investment to make a living off a hobby
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
My nigga count it all
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
My nigga count it all
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English

I'm a staple in my city, true business
I done supplied more niggas than a soup kitchen
For all this wigging I might bang
Put a part in your shit, if you bob and weave
Just stay on track like beauticians
See my position, can't you hear the difference
If I start wilding out on the set am I tripping
Boy I been this and how I sin tense
So if I'm coming for the money make sure no commas is missing
Oh yea, check my punctuation
Lines so dope I got enough for the snorters
It'll look like empty parking spaces
Let your headrest, I ain't dumbing down for you niggas
Y'all get handouts, in other words, I'm allowing you niggas
I ain't fouling you niggas, if we being technical about it
I got 2 shots coming out of town for you niggas
If I could slow it down I would
You think you can, then you should
You would get it if you could
If you Gucci, then I'm good
Listen, if I'm just being honest
Young and polished, Luka Doncic
I'm the top gun when my time cruise ain't no wasted sails
I'm hot as hell, and I'm giving it to you as promised
A prophet who makes profit, I deliver shit with calmness nigga
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
My nigga count it all
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
My nigga count it all
As I check my reflection in a bathroom cabinet mirror
I billow through the fog until my peripheral is clearer
I'm 30 years plus but my tale has never been told
My ambition is Stone Cold within this Attitude Era
I paint another reference like Mozart
Shoot with the pen of Beethoven through champagne flutes like a blow dart
That's light work you should really witness the process
When I dip the picture in scripture my Readers Digest
I done had conversations with real niggas
Real hitters, spit a cappella for real killers
Guerrillas they deal with ya, bananas they peel with ya
Potassium to your stomach you dumping that's ill with ya
But I don't write on margins with that tough-guy talk
I'm learning lessons at your discretion that's outlined chalk
So when I catch a couple cases know it's never a body
Tryna kill an investment to make a living off a hobby
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
My nigga count it all
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
You hear that money counter
My nigga count it all
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Writer: Christopher Ravenel, Malik Wade
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