[Lyric] Money Counters (Spur Willy)

[Hook: Willy Jones]
We got money counters in the kitchen bugler burnin bars on the front door
(Yep)
Some shooters at the front door geekin gobblin mags on the chopper they don’t go
(They don’t go)
Million dollar spot we set Crip pills, lean, Molly an we got the blow
(Yeah we got the blow)
I got what you want just hit my phone anything quarter to a kilo
(Quarter to a kilo)

[Verse 1: Willy Jones]
My spot be like I got Big Meech Phone
Remix Gang pull up they think Big Meech home
I’d sell pounds of a Mid on my flip phone
An kilos of the blow on my iPhone
I’ve been remixin niggas on my blue mobile
I’ve flipped 3 country niggas ain’t gotta new number
(Ka Ka Ka)
I’m countin up all summer
Hoe, I don’t pay no bitch sell my baby momma
Every nigga ain’t whip my ass at the fuckin doctor
An if I ever see that nigga I’ma fuckin pop em
I’ma young rich nigga my lil nigga rob em
We a million dollar lick we spent that shit on choppers
(Remix Gang Bitch)
[Hook: Willy Jones]
We got money counters in the kitchen bugler burnin bars on the front door
(Yep)
Some shooters at the front door geekin gobblin mags on the chopper they don’t go
(They don’t go)
Million dollar spot we set Crip pills, lean, Molly an we got the blow
(Yeah we got the blow)
I got what you want just hit my phone anything quarter to a kilo
(Quarter to a kilo)

[Verse 2: Kushyton]
Ring ring knock knock money at the door
You ain’t talkin cash money shit, what you call my phone for
Gotta be careful don't answer numbers I never seen before
An I don’t open the door unless I seen you through my peephole

Boom
My shooters shot you through the room
Probably talkin gangster shit me got them goons
We rock BBSes boy you rock CAR Stoon
Jury
I’m in the court with the jury
Lawyer arguing with the Judge for a shorter trip
You would be the realer nigga walkin if I ever trip
I be the richest nigga if I make that flip
Remix Gang we get money we just bought the field
[Hook: Willy Jones]
We got money counters in the kitchen bugler burnin bars on the front door
(Yep)
Some shooters at the front door geekin gobblin mags on the chopper they don’t go
(They don’t go)
Million dollar spot we set Crip pills, lean, Molly an we got the blow
(Yeah we got the blow)
I got what you want just hit my phone anything quarter to a kilo
(Quarter to a kilo)