Money Counter
Playboi Carti Lyrics


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Ayy beat
Ayy, ayy (Plugs)
Money counter, fuck a bank
Money counter, fuck a bank (Cash Carti)
Uh, ayy, ayy, yeah (Carti, Cash Carti)
Yeah, ayy (yeah) , ayy, ayy (Plugs)

Robin jeans with the wings
She pop a bean and fuck my team
(Fuck my team, yeah)
Ridin' with a triple beam and I
Put that shit on everything
Lookin' like I robbed a bank
Triple Cs made her faint
Servin' fiends, switchin' lanes
Money counter, fuck a bank (Plugs)
Money counter, fuck a bank
Money counter, fuck a bank
Triple Cs 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

Uh, on my jewelry, man
I spent that on my jewelry, man, uh
On my jewelry, man
I can't tuck no jewelry, man, uh
Really 'bout them bands
I'm like, "Fuck the jury, man" uh
(Bands, bands, bands) nigga, ain't playin'
Boolin' with my toolie, man, uh (Plugs)
With my toolie, man
Trappin' with my fully mag, uh
With my fully mag (Trap)
Blowin' on that stupid stank (yeah)
It was just the other day (yeah)
Damn, I couldn't make a play (yeah)
All a nigga had was faith (yeah)
Now I'm countin' every day, yeah
(yeah, every day, yeah, Cash Carti)

Robin jeans with the wings
She pop a bean and fuck my team
(Fuck my team, yeah)
Ridin' with a triple beam and I
Put that shit on everything
Lookin' like I robbed a bank
Triple Cs made her faint (Plugs)
Servin' fiends, switchin' lanes
Money counter, fuck a bank
Money counter, fuck a bank
Money counter, fuck a bank
Triple Cs made her faint
Servin' fiends, switchin' lanes




Money counter, fuck a bank
Money counter, fuck a bank

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Playboi Carti's "Money Counter" portray a narrative centered around the rapper's obsession with money and success. The repeated phrases "Money counter, fuck a bank" reflect his disregard for traditional banking systems and his preference for tangible cash. Carti emphasizes his financial prowess and superiority by flaunting his Robin jeans with wings, symbolizing his elevated status and extravagance. The line "She pop a bean and fuck my team" suggests a hedonistic lifestyle, where material wealth and pleasure intertwine.


The triple beam mentioned in the lyrics alludes to drug dealing, as it is a weighing scale commonly used in the illicit narcotics trade. Carti boasts about his ability to navigate between serving fiends and switching lanes, further emphasizing his skillful and lucrative ventures. The mention of "Triple Cs" making her faint could refer to a powerful sedative called Carisoprodol, often referred to as "Triple Cs" on the streets.


Throughout the song, there is a constant theme of rebellion and nonconformity, as Carti rejects societal norms and traditional methods of handling money. The repetition of "Money counter, fuck a bank" reinforces his rejection of financial institutions and his preference for handling money himself. Overall, "Money Counter" portrays Carti's celebration of materialism, his lifestyle of excess, and his relentless pursuit of wealth.


Line by Line Meaning

Money counter, fuck a bank
Using a money counter to count cash instead of relying on a bank


Robin jeans with the wings
Wearing designer jeans with distinctive wing patterns


She pop a bean and fuck my team
She consumed a drug and had sexual encounters with my crew


Ridin' with a triple beam and I
Driving with a highly accurate scale used for weighing drugs


Put that shit on everything
Using or incorporating the aforementioned triple beam in various activities


Lookin' like I robbed a bank
Appearing as if I have committed a bank robbery


Triple Cs made her faint
The consumption of drugs known as Triple Cs caused her to lose consciousness


Servin' fiends, switchin' lanes
Serving drugs to addicts while constantly changing locations


Money counter, fuck a bank
Continuing to disregard banks by relying on a money counter


Uh, on my jewelry, man
Emphasizing the investment made in expensive jewelry


I can't tuck no jewelry, man
Refusing to hide or conceal expensive jewelry


Really 'bout them bands
Truly focused on accumulating large amounts of money


Boolin' with my toolie, man
Being armed and ready for potential conflict while enjoying oneself


Trappin' with my fully mag
Engaging in drug dealing activities while equipped with a fully loaded magazine


Blowin' on that stupid stank
Smoking potent, high-grade marijuana


Damn, I couldn't make a play
Expressing frustration about not being successful in a particular situation


All a nigga had was faith
Having only faith as a source of hope and motivation


Now I'm countin' every day
Currently engaged in counting money on a daily basis




Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Written by: CAMERON PITTS, JORDAN TERRELL CARTER

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@CrashKilla101

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@EvangelistAidan

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How tf is this so accurate but so random??? Wtf

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@Upoff1984

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