M.P. Ricky - Counterfeit

Checkin my pockets
Askin what this dude gone do?
Come at me solo
No muhfuckin 2 on 2
I dont need no one to ask what this heata do
Call u lil blue cus i think you just got the clue
Oh my god! Bitch ill neva stop
Stick to my word like some super glue
Pull up to plays in my cousin lil subaru
Upgrade to porshe Now u see what this guap'll do
(Yuh)
See what this guap'll do
Yo shit a mystery
Lookin like scooby doo
(Uhh)
Money my mission
Got bread in the oven
Aint doing no dishes
Im breaking my dividends
Stacking like jenga
They stackin like lego
What brackin like hello
Im icy like hielo
My hearts in the poles
And my mind is on payroll
(Uhh)

With my killas. With my bros
With my killas smokin O's
With my killas. With my bros
With my killas they my woes
Oh you think that you the shit?
Counterfeit
Thought they should know
Oh you think you got the drip?
U a trip
No friend or foe

With my killas. With my bros
With my killas smokin O's
With my killas. With my bros
With my killas fuckin hoes
Oh you think that you the shit?
Counterfeit
Thought they should know
Oh you out here hittin licks?
U a lick
Like envelopes

(Skurtttt)
Whippin the hoopty up into some fences
(Burrrp)
Pocket is fed
I done Bought me some lenses
Bought me some bape
I done bought me some venchy
Yo bitch gone love me she think Im so fancy
Hittin them high notes
That bitch Toni Braxton
Mastered my plan I dont got no distractions

Drip drip drip
From my kicks
Please dont slip
(Ooh)
Tryna make a mil
Before da end of tha year
(Yuh)
Boutta cop a casket
You gone need a crucifix
Cus im drac up in this bitch
Catch you lackin in this bitch
(Ayy)

Pull up, Pull up
Dont get
Shook up, Shook up
You a trick or treata
Cus u sweet like suga

I dont need no pussy. If she passing her body
Like she a backwood so soggy
Let randoms hit right beside me
(Cant do it)

One with the taper
Bitch this a brawl
Catch this fade up
Bitch you my son
Im like vader
You best catch up
Get yo weight up
Copped .45 with the scope
Lookin like Terminator
I Dont got aim? Reconsider
This hollow follow the laser
(Uhh)

With my killas. With my bros
With my killas smokin O's
With my killas. With my bros
With my killas they my woes
Oh you think that you the shit?
Counterfeit
Thought they should know
Oh you think you got the drip?
U a trip
No friend or foe

With my killas. With my bros
With my killas smokin O's
With my killas. With my bros
With my killas fuckin hoes
Oh you think that you the shit?
Counterfeit
Thought they should know
Oh you out here hittin licks?
U a lick
Like envelopes

Written by:
Ricardo Fuentes

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