Money Counter (freestyle) Lyrics - 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 

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