Money Counter (Freestyle)

[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