My Money Counter - Payroll Giovanni

Scales in the house, money on my couch

Sitting on work so I can tax in a drought

After ‘bout 8 I don’t serve no weight

I don’t serve niggas late unless I know where they stay

You see these streets get tricky, so I’m thinkin' ahead

Who in that white van, man I’m thinkin' the FED’s

The plug raise his number now he shrinkin' my bread

But it ain’t shit I can’t handle, P be fully prepared

I run the streets all day, no time to eat

After each sell another waiting for me

Cooking up crack in the kitchen, I gotta bounce back on these bitches

I used to weigh my dimes at a Tenth

When fiends complain I wasn’t hearing that shit

I’m having things and I’m parking new whips

Tryna get YBY rich, Detroit shit

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter

Riding through my city looking like a millionaire

In the drop with a chick with Brazilian hair

She keep pressing buttons, I smacked her hand and told her stop it

She keep glancing at these stacks bulging out my pocket

Expensive watches in my bracelet, all chunked up

Last night I popped Don ‘til I was fucked up

Lounging in the big crib watching Netflix

Texting the jeweler ‘bout how I want my necklace

Told ‘em I don’t think these niggas got the message

They can’t see me on my worst with their best shit

In the ‘Vette with Quis driving reckless

This all stemmed from my past crack investments

Breath on me wrong, I’ma leave you breathless

I do it big, shit they say a life precious

At the lakeview crib having breakfast

Yeah, the view be blowing minds and every time I close my eyes

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter

I keep hearing the sound of my money counter