DC Young Fly - Money lyrics

[Hook: Lil Slik] All the bad b**hes on me All the bad b**hes want me My finger tips turn to green All I ever do is count money Don't need a n***a to count it for me I'm addin' up like algebra Don't need a n***a to run up on me [?] Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad b**h, yeah Money always make me shine Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad b**h, yeah Money always make me shine [Verse 1: DC Young Fly] These n***as ain't gangsta, keep the banger These n***as ain't put in no work So bring that a** here, boy Cop a chopper that will leave you on shirts, huh n***as act more groupie than they b**h do I said, "You smokin'?", said, "Nah, but my b**h do" I said, "Cool, Imma hit you 'round see, fool" b**h gave me the a** so Imma show her what the dick do Count my n***a Fetty Wap, said you got that With the Trap Queen, yeah, I know where the block at Took a trip to Georgia cause I need to cop that Put the tats on her, [?], gotta pop that I love the West Side, home of the brave Crack fiend, n***a, home of the J's If you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar then I gotta holler Cause I swear my n***a Yay, you want a whole another pay [Hook: Lil Slik] All the bad b**hes on me All the bad b**hes want me My finger tips turn to green All I ever do is count money Don't need a n***a to count it for me I'm addin' up like algebra Don't need a n***a to run up on me [?] Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad b**h, yeah Money always make me shine Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad b**h, yeah Money always make me shine [Verse 2: Lil Slik] I'm addin' money like the cross I need some extra teeth the way I'm really tryna floss It's hard to take a loss, I cannot take a plead My pockets so green, I like peas My lungs so [?], ah straight lean [?], my belly telly telly My safe ain't safe, don't [?] trouble b**hes on me everywhere like I put my peepee on shuffle I'm in this b**h with Fetty Wap, you better watch your b**h You better cop a brick, you better make it flip You talk to cops, you a b**h [Hook: Lil Slik] All the bad b**hes on me All the bad b**hes want me My finger tips turn to green All I ever do is count money Don't need a n***a to count it for me I'm addin' up like algebra Don't need a n***a to run up on me [?] Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad b**h, yeah Money always make me shine Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad b**h, yeah Money always make me shine [Verse 3: Fetty Wap] All I ever do is count guap, countin' up non-stop Run up on me, get shot, .45 keep it co*ked ZooWap from the block, [?] sellin' rocks That n***a tellin' he a cop, he runnin' 'round with the ops f** a oposition, ain't no competition Keep a handgun when I'm lane switchin' Seventeen sippin' with the lean dippin' Magazine hit 'em, thirty-three pimpin' f** a oposition, ain't no competition Keep a handgun when I'm lane switchin' Seventeen sippin' with the lean dippin' Magazine hit 'em, thirty-three pimpin' [Hook: Lil Slik] All the bad b**hes on me All the bad b**hes want me My finger tips turn to green All I ever do is count money Don't need a n***a to count it for me I'm addin' up like algebra Don't need a n***a to run up on me [?] Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad b**h, yeah Money always make me shine Money on my mind Money keep me on my grind I'm with a bad b**h, yeah Money always make me shine