Money Counter (Freestyle) Lyrics by Ludacris
[Intro:]
You know what
I don't have to answer to you
You ain't my
bitch
Know 'whaa I sayin?
So shit man, fuck it!
[Verse 1:]
I got the whole world scared like ebola nigga
I told my
bitch share with her friend like Coca-Cola nigga
I can't recall the last time
I was sober nigga
One life to live
I think I'm gonna be dranking till it's
over nigga
Fuck my liver and my lungs im a stoner
If they go bad, Ima find
me a donor
Ran out of rolling papers up at the crib
Fucked around and
smoked on my high school diploma
Im smart (I'm smart)
You could say I got
the highest grade man
Yo bitch for my bitch naw thats not really a trade
man
My life is a little bit different than yours
Bitches are a little bit
thicker than yours
Whips are a little bit quicker than yours
And my crib
is a little bit sicker than yours
God bless the child that's got his own
nigga
I phone my lawyers like E.T. be phoning home nigga
Like where that
check, get that check
Everyday nigga better chase that check
Fans head
bobbing to the verse that I spit
But I won't be satisfied till they break
that neck
That's Luda (That's Luda)
I swear that nigga be going ham
samich
And these rappers couldn't leave their mark in ce-ment
With they
hands planted
Yall here for today
Gone by tonight
Sell a couple records
and it's all by he height
Niggas do it for a little fame and some change
I
do it for hip hop, turntables, and a mic
Im still right in my chapter in that
rapper hall of fame nigga
Hip hop's my stomping ground, go back to where you
came nigga
Hahahaa
