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Money Counter – Migos

[Quavo:]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Dirty Dave:]
This a whole lot of money
Nothin’ but ’em 20s, 50s and ’em 100s
Quavo get the yayo
And some rubber bands, don’t forget the scale
Ooooh, trap house jumpin’
Bitch, I thought I told you keep that corner runnin’
Now take that to the stash house
Migo we don’t need no friends, we count the cash out

[Quavo:]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

I just hit a juug on the money counter
I’m swimmin’ in the money I think I’m drownin’
I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion
I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson
Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag
I don’t throw it away it ain’t no trash can
Thought I told you I got molly, I’m the sand man (sandman)
No I’m not a drum major I’m the band man

Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

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[Takeoff:]
Bring out that money counter in the money mansion
Well, my diamonds be dancin’
Cookin’ and wrappin’ that work up from plastic
Shippin’ it on the Titanic
Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon
Abracadabra do magic
Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper
Got a hundred thousand in the Aston
Dirty they whippin’ a hurricane
So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave
Trap with that work like I’m [?]
Bando lookin’ like a masquerade
Wake up in the morning, spark up my OG
Then I blow my smoke off of my balcony
Whippin and beatin that pot
I hit it with the uppercut, that’s a fatality

[Quavo:]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Offset:]
We got that money counter
Cookin’ that dope like it hamburger helper
Got a can of nines, no german shephard
Touchdown on the plug
Give back to the hood I never been selfish
Adopting a baby, God father like Melvin
I’m a cash rapper
Trappin’ and cappin’ tryna’ make a livin’
The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol
Dirty game, dirty dollars
More money bring more power
The bigger the risk the more you get rich
You niggas not rich, you niggas counterfeit
Juggin’ OG and I’m juggin’ the bricks
I’m stuck in the trap, I can’t go [?]

[Quavo:]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

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Cross the Country – Migos

[Takeoff:]
Young rich nigga, riding round the city with the mac
Take a chopper, and a chicken, now what’s the ticket
Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it
Nigga they mistake me, think I’m selling that midget
Nah for real
What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?
You a bitch, we ain’t got nothing to talk about
Shaking like a stripper, put that magic up in his mouth
Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up, and bust it down
Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve
J-1 got PT’s, and sold that reserved
I’m a (Hot) Boy, so you know I gotta stay low
Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang ’em like OJ Mayo
You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I’m a vet
Set! Told me trapping and dabbing gon’ get that pussy wet
No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet
Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check
I’m a young nigga, with the rich nigga ambitions
At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties
There’s levels to this shit like Meek said
And you embarrassed to admit it
I don’t want to kick it
After my show
The gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious
Walk right up on him, I’m pressing my nigga
And all he wanted was a picture
I used to smoke swishers, like a regular nigga
Now I’m a backwoods type of nigga
A nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I shot him
White people, they still treat me like I’m a victim
Now people they screaming out “Free Activis”
They talking bout that Activis be discontinued
Kept my cup of muddy trouble, trapper, got packs in the attic
Kept me ’round, with pricing my rental
Trap, trap down when I’m on the revenue
Cooking a brick, and remix it with the dog food
Diamond brick with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues
24 karat my time, Mr. T, pity a fool
Master P, no limit, money been all jumping like a bungee
Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny
Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies
Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me till a nigga be cumming

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[Hook:]
Cross the country
Cross the country
You ain’t never been there to catch me
Cross the country

Cross the country
Cross the country
Coca leaves, and palm trees
We cross the country

Cross the country
Cross the country
She don’t understand English, but she want me

Cross the country
Cross the country
I had to get a visa, cause I’m in and out the country

[Offset:]
When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name
I stole a mustang, drop top, no brain
Police had a nigga, cause they know I’m in the game
Taking pictures of a nigga, like a groupie, like a fan
On my first lick, only got a little bit of change
Thinking like Obama, something gotta change
Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains
When I got outta jail, did the same thing
I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang
Cocaine in her nose like a Sodom rain
My nigga be trapping the gas, propane
Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang
I was getting money, way before the rap game
As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain
They say that I’m ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain
You know it ain’t come from Johnny Dame
Fake watch, busta can’t bust me, no lie
Walk at me with the fake jewelry, I got too much pride
They killed my nigga Pistol Pete, for a three-five
I pay the ticket, when are you gon’ die
I’m in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies
I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at popeyes
The streets is a jungle, my nigga, you better survive
Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride
My diamonds gon’ shine, might poke you in the eye
You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by
Put the birds in my hands, knows when’s it gon’ fly
Clack! Clack! Clack!
In the bushes like a spy
Nigga talking stupid, we don’t let that shit fly
Talking crazy to the migos, boy you know we keep the fire
Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino
Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll
Hit his ass with the 4 4, make him fold
Chattahoochee river where that nigga body float
On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the Folks
She on a mission, trying to film me, better get your ho
Big bank, take little bank
Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake
Two Glocks on my hip, like tomb raider
Arnold Schwarzenegger, turn into the terminator

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[Hook]

[Quavo:]
Cross the country
My plug he in Wyoming
And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me
And the whole word know that a young nigga rap
But a pussy nigga better not provoke me
Came in the game with the formula, sold it
Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies
Pocket full of macaroni, mac-11, run up on you
All you can eat in my trap, like it’s Shoney’s
Rich Nigga Timeline
That’s my motherfucking testimony
Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey
Rich nigga, with a pot of gold, like a leprechaun
And I’m thinking ’bout moving to Babylon
My niggas collecting extortion funds
We built an empire like Megatron
QC the label
Migo the gang
Already told you
I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame
No shame in game, I’m a bull with the nine
Like Loul Deng, finna bang with the thing
Walking through the crowd, ain’t gotta touch the chain
Get juuged, get capped, that’s a part of the game
Squad shit
Oh no
I done rolled around the block and I don’t see him
I paid a J $200, just to hit me when he see him
If I was you right now, I wouldn’t wanna be him
Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita
He had some jewelry on him, worth $100, so I took it from him
Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment
They say he got work, now I own him
Now my squad, they going nuts, no Makonnen
In the players pad, at the Caesar’s Palace
Out in Las Vegas, like I’m Roman
All types of euros and yen
I got money in Berlin
I told the Lord forgive me for my sins
Cause I don’t wanna do it again

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Coppers and Robbers – Migos

[Quavo:]
I put the bitch on the boat by the shore
100 thousand for my diamond Chuck Norris
I fucked your bitch, when she call I ignore her
Sold out shows went Atlanta, did Dora
On the jet ski with my Rollie in Florida
If I lose it, fuck it, buy some more water
Come back with the chopper like the game Mordor
I’m ahead of time, I bought a portal
I watch a brick cross over the border
I took her phone cause she a recorder
Quavo Capone, I give you tutorial
I’m the greatest you’ve witnessed, this shit is historical
Me and Nast talkin’ mils
Shoulda played for the Bills
Still trappin’, servin’ wings
Buffalos on my team
Put the dope on the beam
That’s the honest shit I’ve ever seen
Because the scale tell the truth
And the money counter too
Big chopper, that’s a whopper
I tried to buy a helicopter
But instead I bought a Benz
Then disect the engine like doctors
I heard he was a crime stopper
I heard he was a crime stopper
He growed up to be a copper
I growed up to be a robber

Coppers and robbers, coppers and robbers
Coppers and robbers
You wanna play? You wanna play?
Coppers and robbers, coppers and robbers
You wanna play? You wanna play?
Coppers and robbers

[Offset:]
What you gon’ do when you look on your camera, them young niggas comin’ in with the bananas?
They heard you been ridin’ around in the Phantom, they watchin’, they know that you got it
I put my ho on the mission, she fucked him, she watchin’ his pocket
Where is my ski? I’m gon’ have to kill ’em, I must have forgot it
Go get the F&N, cock it, screw it on, I kill you in silence
Wait, I thought he was straight, so why he keep hoopin’ and hollerin’?
I was rappin’ and robbin’ while you niggas was callin’ TIP [?]
Hit the lick for a Tec and a carbon
Write his name in with the permanent markers
I pull out the Glock and I aim at your carcass
Offset for president, vote me in office
I be movin’ the dope from Dakota to Boston
I maneuver through niggas, you talk, they gon’ off you
How you gangster when you graduated from law school?
When the police pull up you the one that they talk to
Watch out for your partner, he work with the law too
Fuck it, knock him off, I hate that I lost you
When I beat the nigga, tried to bring out a lawsuit
That’s the type of shit a copper gon’ do
Fend for your life like a hostage gon’ do
I’m pimpin’ your bitch in Vegas prostitutin’
Robbin’ you niggas, fuck it, then I’m shootin’
If I rob then you won’t ask it then call up Kid Nuget
Qua’ rock that nigga, he thought it was bookie
Head for Somalian, cook up some cookies

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[Quavo:]
Coppers and robbers, coppers and robbers
Coppers and robbers
You wanna play? You wanna play?
Coppers and robbers, coppers and robbers
You wanna play? You wanna play?
Coppers and robbers

[Takeoff:]
Coppers, robbers, mobsters, lobsters
Audi and Wraith, no Charger
Private jet land in Pearl Harbor
Comin’ up I was a robber
If it was worth the wrapper we did rob ya
Can’t fuck with these niggas, they fakin’, hatin’, writin’ statements in permanent markers
Money come back like it’s karma
Diamonds, they bitin’, piranhas
Make that bitch work, Rihanna
Don’t talk Zans but that drum look like conga
Run with that work, don’t fumble
Run with it Forrest, don’t fumble
Rob a nigga like I’m Curtis Snow
But move like I’m Barrack Obama
I know a couple when I see a couple from robbin’ nigga, let’s be honest
Takin’ the adventurous trips, Jumanji, stashin’ money in the dungeon
The difference between us fourth down, I’m goin’ for it and you puntin’
After I fuck her the first round, tell that bitch not to touch me
Nigga’s face look disgustin’, come out cookie blunt musty
Bad bitch but she busty, she gon’ take the charge for me
Kick in the door nigga, run it, make a move and leave ya ugly
What they sayin’? The cops comin’, pussy nigga called the cops on me

[Quavo:]
Coppers and robbers, coppers and robbers
Coppers and robbers
You wanna play? You wanna play?
Coppers and robbers, coppers and robbers
You wanna play? You wanna play?
Coppers and robbers

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Black Bottles (Feat. Rick Ross) – Migos

Lirik lagu: Black Bottles (Feat. Rick Ross)

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
You goin’ hard or you goin’ home?
You goin’ gold or you ridin’ chrome?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Pussy niggas wanna see you dead
Cause them pussy niggas never see the bread
Black bottles and the gold chains
Ho swallowin’ my whole name (Rozay)
I got some niggas that’ll slide for me
In other words, niggas there to die for me
Left hand for the styrofoam
My right hand keep this Calico
I gave my shone a student loan
That bitch’s mouth made the honor roll
It’s a cold world, meanin’ no love
Down to do work, nigga, no gloves
Just got me 2 birds from ol’ boy
I always look out for ol’ boy
Belaire, my refrigerator
I ate your bitch out on the dinner table

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
You goin’ hard or you goin’ home?
You goin’ gold or you ridin’ chrome?

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Migo! Walkin’ out the bando with a 4-5
My mama told me get money and stay alive
I can’t make the deal, I think he wearing a wire
Pitching hard ball and they hit it, call ’em Mark McGwire
I’m meeting up with Pele Migo, that’s my ese
He ain’t ever have a private jet, but work on runways
My wrist whip the magic, Quavo Hardaway
3,000 birds in the air, I call it Andre
I was nothin’, turned into somethin’, these bitches want me
I came from the bando, lot of bags, but no groceries
Pull up in the foreign, that’s the trunk where the motor be
Bottles in that VIP, bring out the camera, Spike Lee

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[Hook: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
You goin’ hard or you goin’ home?
You goin’ gold or you ridin’ chrome?

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
(Takeoff!) 32 bricks of gold, Karl Malone
Lookin’ at my Breitling, it got VS-1 stones
Lately lot of you niggas been rockin’ rhinestones
Talkin’ ’bout you on the block, Macaulay Culkin, home alone
Takin’ a trip to go pick up that pack and we pull up in Bentleys
Walkin’ around with that sack, no 6, nigga walking with a 50
It’s Migo gang, QC the label, fuck niggas better get with it
After my show, I’m on top of your ho, nigga autographin’ bitches titties
Travelin’ around the globe, I was told not to sell my soul
For the price of fame and never fold
Had to jump behind the internet
A nigga takin’ chains, Debo
24k on my toes
My Maison Margiela’s, they rose gold
Trappin’ and dabbin’, I trap in the rain, sleet, or snow

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
You goin’ hard or you goin’ home?
You goin’ gold or you ridin’ chrome?

[Verse 4: Offset]
Drug deala, gotta keep the 9 milla
You scary just like “Thriller”, thinkin’ about buyin’ a buildin’
Finessin’ the plug for the work
I cross him over, no dribble
Sippin’ Rose after the day I had a court date
Tried to fuck lil mama, I don’t really like no foreplay
Talkin’ all that shit, I’ll put a price all on your toupee
I hit him in the mouth, he thought he had a damn toothache
Most of you niggas are too fake
They watchin’ a nigga like Blu-Ray
You talkin’ ’bout that blow, but you can’t be from in the kitchen
Whippin’ up Alicia Keys
You say that you got the big money
But really your money is sesame seeds
I got this bitch named Valerie, she bring me bricks from Sicily
My neck is flooded and my double cup is mudded
The streets made me a villain, out that bowl, I made a million

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[Hook: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
You goin’ hard or you goin’ home?
You goin’ gold or you ridin’ chrome?

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Black bottles and the gold chains
Wearin’ gold from the cocaine
Boil kilo in the crockpot
‘Nother drug dealer on the car lot

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