Count-Up

Shiit, i mean money important but it ain't everything
Some people be willing to lose friends and end relationships behind that shit
I mean it is what you make it but
I think if a nigga, if i fall out with a nigga over money, or a bitch
Then it's fuck em
Probably do better without em

Whole squad in the building ain't nobody hot as us
Big rod on my hip don't make me fuck somebody up
A couple thousand for a show i hit the road then count it up
But if i can count my money i know i ain't got enough
Whole squad in the building ain't nobody hot as us
Big rod on my hip don't make me fuck somebody up
A couple thousand for a show i hit the road then count it up
But if i can count my money i know i ain't got enough

Say if i can count my money i know i ain't got enough
Caught my brother stealing from me I ain't got a lot of trust
Keep a pistol on my hip i'm case somebody running up
Tell probation violate me i don't give a mother fuck
Taylor port is what i'm drinking no more remy in my cup
Dafi rolling so much dank can barely put it in the blunt
Blowing gas, filler up
Blow a band, live it up
Made it back in a month
Real man i get it done
Yeah, yea, yah.
On my knees praying often
Lord keep these crackers off me
caught a case i beat them charges
I was sleep back in a coffin
In the streets trapping & balling
But the money bought more problems and i already had enough
Yeah, the money brought more problems and they steady adding up
Baby mama always calling making threats to lock me up
If i got it then you got it mama i ain't gotta bluff
But if i ain't got enough
Hit the road then grind it up

Whole squad in the building ain't nobody hot as us
Big rod on my hip don't make me fuck somebody up
A couple thousand for a show i hit the road then count it up
But if i can count my money i know i ain't got enough

Say if i can count my, hold-up
You already know what's up
Li hoe say she down to fuck
So i had to pick her up
Hit the hole then we lay-up
Like im Lillard with the rock
I be posted calling shots like imma center on the block
Yea, yah. Pajah, who the bitches asking bout
Taking gambles with my life and God still ain't cash me out
Thugging, robbing since a jit and niggas still ain't ass me out
Litty since 2010 and niggas still ain't ash me out
Who am i? son of God, Tribe of judah, imma levite
Was born eyes closed, now they open i can see right
Was dark, now i see light
Ay, kev, what it be like
Double-S we in this bitch till i'm dead, g-code, wii-life

Whole squad in the building ain't nobody hot as us
Big rod on my hip don't make me fuck somebody up
A couple thousand for a show i hit the road then count it up
But if i can count my money i know i ain't got enough