Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Never fuckin' up the count
Never fuckin' up the count
Live on my gun, ****
[Verse 2]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay, ****
Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same ****
All I know is sellin' weed and water, dope and yay, ****
Money on my mind, don't do the crime unless it pay, ****
New 650 Beamer coupe, I'm fuckin' in a foreign car
Got diamonds in my Rollie face, I'm 'bout to cop a Audemar
The top down on that bitch when I ride by, I feel like, "fuck the law"
Got diamonds in my Rollie face, I'm 'bout to cop a Audemar
My celly steady, ringin' for Freddie, where were your bails at?
Teacher told me, "Go get a job," I said, "Where the scale at?"
Told my Cali plug wrap the package up, we can mail that
Teacher told me, "Go get a job," I said, "Where the scale at?"
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I'm straight ballin'
Fifty thousand dollars in a **** couch
And never fuckin' up the count
Bitch, I'm straight ballin'
Hunnid thousand dollars in my mama house
And never fuckin' up the count
Bitch, I'm straight ballin'
Tryin' to make a million before they take me out
And never fuckin' up the count
Bitch, I'm straight ballin'
Fifty thousand dollars in a **** couch
And never fuckin' up the count
[Verse 4]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay, ****
Mama kick me out the house for servin' where she stay, ****
Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J's, ****
Fuck this broke shit, boy, went straight to robbin'
What's the play ****?
Ran off with this ****, work is crucial when you burn a ****
He might want that back, so, bitch, you down to do a murder ****
Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a ****
**** want this work, I hope you down to do a murder, ****
Celly steady ringin' for Freddie but where the things at?
Drove a half a ton, dropped it off and I took a plane back
Gangsta shit in my DNA, I just can't explain that
Even if I die, tell my enemies I remain that
[Verse 5]
Said, bitch, I'm straight ballin'
Fifty thousand dollars in a **** couch
And never fuckin' up the count
Bitch, I'm straight ballin'
Hunnid thousand dollars in my mama house
And never fuckin' up the count
Bitch, I'm straight ballin'
Tryna make a million 'fore they take me out
And never fuckin' up the count
Bitch, I'm straight ballin'
Fifty thousand dollars in a **** couch
And never fuckin' up the count
Written by: Boi-1da, Ging FKA Frank Dukes
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