Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean
45 on a nigga hip
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Young nigga reaching his dreams
And I ain't even running up the ladder
Jumped in the ghost Casper
I want some throat I'm a ask her
I need a coat I'm a trapper
Money printer count it faster
Diamonds on me like Alaska
Damn a nigga feel cold
I wish them niggas never told
They left a nigga w no soul
100 Bands in the sprinter
That's another story told
100 bands in the sprinter
Diamonds on me like it's winter
We was getting money winning
40 on me got me limping
Window down two piece
Popped him on his knee
Now his homie on his knees
Watch a pussy nigga bleed
You don't even want no smoke
I've been going up no slope
Getting to this bread no toast
Put me in a farm im the goat
Mac with a dick and a scope
Suppressor on the end getting chocked
I know he see his ending coming close
Leave him dead with his eyes closed
Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean
45 on a nigga hip
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Young nigga reaching his dreams
And I ain't even running up the ladder
Jumped in the ghost Casper
I want some throat I'm a ask her
I need a coat I'm a trapper
Money printer count it faster
Diamonds on me like Alaska
Damn a nigga feel cold
I wish them niggas never told
They left a nigga w no soul
100 Bands in the sprinter
That's another story told
100 bands
A 100 bands
Move them in mini vans
Dread head taliban
I supply what you demand
Big bulk like sams
Try and f*ck up my plan
Tie him up by his hands
Cut en off think I'm playing
And my dawgs on attack
My finger itch Ima scratch
Couple rounds out the Mac
Leave a nigga on his back
Rufus nigga you a rat
Pussy nigga you cat
I trained the money on track
In increments of a stack
My dividend more then half
A nigga starving for the cash
Yuh
Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean lean lean
Yuh
Yeah I been sippin the lean lean lean
Yuh
Yeah i been sippin that lean lean lean
Yuh yuh yuh ayye
Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean
45 on a nigga hip
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Then they gon ask me why I lean
YoungSaint - Money Fean Lyrics
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Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean
45 on a nigga hip
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Young nigga reaching his dreams
And I ain't even running up the ladder
Jumped in the ghost Casper
I want some throat I'm a ask her
I need a coat I'm a trapper
Money printer count it faster
Diamonds on me like Alaska
Damn a nigga feel cold
I wish them niggas never told
They left a nigga w no soul
100 Bands in the sprinter
That's another story told
100 bands in the sprinter
Diamonds on me like it's winter
We was getting money winning
40 on me got me limping
Window down two piece
Popped him on his knee
Now his homie on his knees
Watch a pussy nigga bleed
You don't even want no smoke
I've been going up no slope
Getting to this bread no toast
Put me in a farm im the goat
Mac with a dick and a scope
Suppressor on the end getting chocked
I know he see his ending coming close
Leave him dead with his eyes closed
Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean
45 on a nigga hip
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Young nigga reaching his dreams
And I ain't even running up the ladder
Jumped in the ghost Casper
I want some throat I'm a ask her
I need a coat I'm a trapper
Money printer count it faster
Diamonds on me like Alaska
Damn a nigga feel cold
I wish them niggas never told
They left a nigga w no soul
100 Bands in the sprinter
That's another story told
100 bands
A 100 bands
Move them in mini vans
Dread head taliban
I supply what you demand
Big bulk like sams
Try and f*ck up my plan
Tie him up by his hands
Cut en off think I'm playing
And my dawgs on attack
My finger itch Ima scratch
Couple rounds out the Mac
Leave a nigga on his back
Rufus nigga you a rat
Pussy nigga you cat
I trained the money on track
In increments of a stack
My dividend more then half
A nigga starving for the cash
Yuh
Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean lean lean
Yuh
Yeah I been sippin the lean lean lean
Yuh
Yeah i been sippin that lean lean lean
Yuh yuh yuh ayye
Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean
45 on a nigga hip
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Yeah I been sippin that lean
45 on a nigga hip
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Young nigga reaching his dreams
And I ain't even running up the ladder
Jumped in the ghost Casper
I want some throat I'm a ask her
I need a coat I'm a trapper
Money printer count it faster
Diamonds on me like Alaska
Damn a nigga feel cold
I wish them niggas never told
They left a nigga w no soul
100 Bands in the sprinter
That's another story told
100 bands in the sprinter
Diamonds on me like it's winter
We was getting money winning
40 on me got me limping
Window down two piece
Popped him on his knee
Now his homie on his knees
Watch a pussy nigga bleed
You don't even want no smoke
I've been going up no slope
Getting to this bread no toast
Put me in a farm im the goat
Mac with a dick and a scope
Suppressor on the end getting chocked
I know he see his ending coming close
Leave him dead with his eyes closed
Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean
45 on a nigga hip
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Young nigga reaching his dreams
And I ain't even running up the ladder
Jumped in the ghost Casper
I want some throat I'm a ask her
I need a coat I'm a trapper
Money printer count it faster
Diamonds on me like Alaska
Damn a nigga feel cold
I wish them niggas never told
They left a nigga w no soul
100 Bands in the sprinter
That's another story told
100 bands
A 100 bands
Move them in mini vans
Dread head taliban
I supply what you demand
Big bulk like sams
Try and f*ck up my plan
Tie him up by his hands
Cut en off think I'm playing
And my dawgs on attack
My finger itch Ima scratch
Couple rounds out the Mac
Leave a nigga on his back
Rufus nigga you a rat
Pussy nigga you cat
I trained the money on track
In increments of a stack
My dividend more then half
A nigga starving for the cash
Yuh
Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean lean lean
Yuh
Yeah I been sippin the lean lean lean
Yuh
Yeah i been sippin that lean lean lean
Yuh yuh yuh ayye
Counting these racks I'm a fean
Yeah I been sippin that lean
45 on a nigga hip
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Then they gon ask me why I lean
Writer: Deandre Seymore
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