Video Money Counter de Akachi 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Akachi - Money Counter Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hahaha)
In Miami in the trunk
In Miami in the trunk
Nigga get smoked, nigga, yeah

[Chorus]
I told bro go take his mask off, nigga be scarin' the fans too much
Ride through Miami, a bulletproof Trackhawk, nigga ain't showin' their hand for much
Meet up with the chopper, shoot and have a standoff
Shoot him myself, I ain't askin' for much
Stick to the plan or a man turnt up
Count it by hand, money counter jam up, uh (Uh)
Count it by hand, money counter jam up
They don't go to the bank 'cause they hidin'
Nigga, get 'em a blanket, they tucked
You pourin' drank, nigga, what's a line?
Two fours, a pint really ain't much
Two hoes the mob still ain't touch
Can't name a flaw bitch that I trust, uh

[Verse]
Two-tone AP, look at the watch
Stuck in the cell, just lookin' at clock
Niggas be livin' like actors, life is a movie, but you the one changin' the plot
Broke nigga signed a deal for a lil' paper, not even wantin' his tape to drop
In traffic with vert and I'm slidin' with Uzi
Servin' the dope to the J's, that rock
Basehead like the speakers knock
Head to toe, one tee to the socks
We go to war, I'm front line in the bushes
It ain't no secret, we lookin' for opps
If me and G in a slime, then we took it
Know he keep a mask on, mission or not
Lay down in the bushes, get low with the fully
He dedicated, he get him a watch
I ain't goin' back to my old days, got too much paper to stop
Only thing killin' me dyin' from old age, niggas ain't gon' spin my block
Niggas know we steppin' and stompin' on shit, puttin' niggas in a box
We the ones that put shit on t-shirts and come through, clear your block
Pour a four or somethin', come kick down the door or somethin'
Can't come around this hood, don't got no face card, who you know or somethin'?
Triple cross, wipe a nigga nose, done took him off
What's the ticket cost?
The money counter jam, who gon' switchin' it out?
[Chorus]
I told bro go take his mask off, nigga be scarin' the fans too much
Ride through Miami, a bulletproof Trackhawk, nigga ain't showin' their hand for much
Meet up with the chopper, shoot and have a standoff
Shoot him myself, I ain't askin' for much
Stick to the plan or a man turnt up
Count it by hand, money counter jam up, uh (Uh)
Count it by hand, money counter jam up
They don't go to the bank 'cause they hidin'
Nigga, get 'em a blanket, they tucked
You pourin' drank, nigga, what's a line?
Two fours, a pint really ain't much
Two hoes the mob still ain't touch
Can't name a flaw bitch that I trust, uh