Counterfeit - Intellectual

[Intro: Torrio]

Money, money (Yeah, yeah)

Money (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Money, (Yeah!)

Money, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You say you got bands, you got counterfeit

We ain’t throwing hands, my glocky gone spit, uh

You say you got bands, nigga counterfeit

Yeah, ima spin that shit, On a opp block ima spin that shit

Yeah, me and my niggas, yeah we move with sticks

Yeah, we all about the money nigga no counterfeit

Counterfeit y’all niggas be fake

Birthday ‘cause i’m all about cake

Say you want smokе, nigga come name the datе

Outback nine to five and you still taking breaks

Say you green like a slime, but you really a snake

If i ever go broke, ima make sum’ shake

Jakes be out gotta stay awake

Gas in this bitch, i don’t need no breaks

You got counterfeit

Niggas think they hella lit

Yo bitch mad at you, she at my crib she gone throw a fit

Had to shut her up with my tool, so she sucked the dick

[?] she gone swallow, nah she won’t spit

I got margins on my arm, so you know just how i’m feeling

Do these niggas like i’m freeza, i shoot niggas like they krillin

I got lean all in my cup, but that’s not the red i’m spilling

Like a nuke i’m blowing up, but we only just beginning, aye

Aight bet run that back