[Intro]
Ayy
Money counter, fuck a bank
Money counter, fuck a bank
Cash Carti
Carti
Cash Carti
Ayy yeaaah
Ayy ayy ayy
[Chorus]
Robin jeans with the wings
She pop a bean and fuck my team!
Ridin' with a triple beam, I put that shit on everything!
Lookin' like I robbed a bank
Triple C's made her faint!
Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Triple C's made her faint!
Servin' fiends, switchin' lanes!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
[Verse]
Uh, all my jewelry man, I spent that on my jewelry man
On my jewelry man, I can't tuck no jewelry man
Really bout them bands, I'm like "fuck the jury man!"
Nigga ain't playin', boolin' with my tooley, man
With my tooley man, trappin' with my fully mag
With my fully mane, blowin' on that stupid stank
It was just the other day, damn I couldn't make a play
All a nigga had was faith, now i'm countin' everyday
(everyday yeaah, Cash Carti!)
[Chorus]
Robin jeans with the wings
She pop a bean and fuck my team!
Ridin' with a triple beam, I put that shit on everything!
Lookin' like I robbed a bank
Triple C's made her faint!
Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Triple C's made her faint!
Servin' fiends, switchin' lanes!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
Money counter, fuck a bank!
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