Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh - Money Counter Lyrics

And we just do it naturally
We never like really plan
Just like yo bra, you know, I got this line
He’s like I I got this line
Before you know, we got a whole record, you know what I’m saying
It was never like playing the first bit to go back and forth
But naturally we come up with that shit
We turn into one motherfucker when we go in there

Huh? When I was young moms made us read Psalms and Proverbs
Now I only say a prayer before I buy birds

I was right out at the time served
Steady hand while that nan stirred most hustlers got calm nerves

These niggas follow me like wise words
I gave bags with strings attached like dry herbs

Shootouts entertainment and crime merged
It’s hard to describe terms
I can’t explain it with calm words

And I’m a monster to apex type
Spend five of your paychecks with an Amex swipe
Bitches ain’t shit, So I live a safe sex life
My next kid, I’m gonna get a DNA test twice
Huh

I only talk in body language y’all’s be verbal
A Boss can read the room like the Wall Street Journal
All I needed was a small referral
Now I got a doomsday 2 million cash buried stashed in a four-feet barrel

Where the hunnids, run them up
We went through this town enough
To the hood, I’m coming back
Plug that money counter up
I was down but now I’m up
Was just a diamond in the rough
You know grinding is a must
Let’s plug that money counter up

Yeah, now if you see me with a bitch then this my newest one
And she don’t get shit but dick and chewing gum

If I put a flame to it, it melt quick as aluminum
You tripping laying on a brick you wouldn’t know what to do it one

Huh
And y’all know what my music done help him navigate through the slum
Show him how to get to and from
Huh
Cuz I was on the foolish run
And realize a black lawyer is just as good as the Jewish one

And the jealous friend is a foolish one
In prison for months settled in like a monk a Buddhist one

He moved tongues, but dude was dumb
Went from pies to a crumb
You can’t give shit to a bum
They should have cut off Judas tongue
No keys or combinations to the safe gotta use the thumb

So much work in that motel
We buying out the floors
And if the trunk ain’t big enough then we gonna hollow out the doors

Where the hunnids, run them up
We went through this town enough
To the hood I’m coming back
Plug that money counter up
I was down but now I’m up
Was just a diamond in the rough
You know grindin is a must, let’s plug that money counter