Count It
Once again I gotta come and kill Another one
I ain't fenna buy it if I can't go get my Brother one
I ain't fenna buy it if my sister can't go Have it too
You think a nigga stunting, I think this Just what I gotta do
Weight upon my shoulders
Like the brick up in the back pack
You bragging bout that rollie, but it's Cool
We done had that
Know my life a movie
I be yelling where the cast at
But know this kid don't play on the set
That's a class act
You know that I get it, I kill it, rip it, I spit it
Like water now when I rhyme
Been in my prime
Been up on mine
See in no time
Boy I'm gon shine
Where he gon sign
Down on that line
Know I'm gon climb
I don't decline
Been on my my grind
Bring out that wine
It'll be fine
Hand on my nine
It's the illest nigga
Who you know
Back up in the studio
They be playing games
But they know that they can't fool me Tho
I can never stop for nothing
Every day I gotta get it
And I'm all about my dollars
Come fuck with me if you widdit
They say Jay I heard you got a bag
They say Jay I heard you got it fast
This for all the pain up in the past
Wait a minute, while I get back to the Cash
Gotta, count it count it count it
Uh
Count it count count it
Uh
Count it count it count it
Uh
Count it count it count it
Uh
Me and my niggas on a mission
Stack'n paper legit
You can't block it, you can't knock it
You can't stop it for shit
Know that I'm different but I ain't Trippin
Cause I stand when they sit
I got advice for living this life
Just be you and that's it's
And I gotta share the bag every time I Get paid
You can call it what you want, that's Just the way I was raised
I don't need the embrace
I don't need to be praised
I rather share with the team
Then throw it all in they face
I know something gotta for for late Nights and early mornings
2 am and I'm still on it
Work at 5, I'm up and yawning
Tears of joy but ain't no mourning
This next line is just a warning
Back when they said I was hot
Best believe I was just warming
They be talking real loud
But I ain't hearing a peep
I get the bag when I'm up
It get itself when I'm sleep
Know that I don't stop for nothing
Everyday I gotta get it
And I'm all about my dollars
Come fuck with me if you widdit
They say Jay I heard you got a bag
They say Jay I heard you got it fast
This for all the pain up in the past
Wait a minute, while I get back to the Cash
Gotta, count it count it count it
Uh
Count it count count it
Uh
Count it count it count it
Uh
Count it count it count it
Uh
I ain't fenna buy it if I can't go get my Brother one
I ain't fenna buy it if my sister can't go Have it too
You think a nigga stunting, I think this Just what I gotta do
Weight upon my shoulders
Like the brick up in the back pack
You bragging bout that rollie, but it's Cool
We done had that
Know my life a movie
I be yelling where the cast at
But know this kid don't play on the set
That's a class act
You know that I get it, I kill it, rip it, I spit it
Like water now when I rhyme
Been in my prime
Been up on mine
See in no time
Boy I'm gon shine
Where he gon sign
Down on that line
Know I'm gon climb
I don't decline
Been on my my grind
Bring out that wine
It'll be fine
Hand on my nine
It's the illest nigga
Who you know
Back up in the studio
They be playing games
But they know that they can't fool me Tho
I can never stop for nothing
Every day I gotta get it
And I'm all about my dollars
Come fuck with me if you widdit
They say Jay I heard you got a bag
They say Jay I heard you got it fast
This for all the pain up in the past
Wait a minute, while I get back to the Cash
Gotta, count it count it count it
Uh
Count it count count it
Uh
Count it count it count it
Uh
Count it count it count it
Uh
Me and my niggas on a mission
Stack'n paper legit
You can't block it, you can't knock it
You can't stop it for shit
Know that I'm different but I ain't Trippin
Cause I stand when they sit
I got advice for living this life
Just be you and that's it's
And I gotta share the bag every time I Get paid
You can call it what you want, that's Just the way I was raised
I don't need the embrace
I don't need to be praised
I rather share with the team
Then throw it all in they face
I know something gotta for for late Nights and early mornings
2 am and I'm still on it
Work at 5, I'm up and yawning
Tears of joy but ain't no mourning
This next line is just a warning
Back when they said I was hot
Best believe I was just warming
They be talking real loud
But I ain't hearing a peep
I get the bag when I'm up
It get itself when I'm sleep
Know that I don't stop for nothing
Everyday I gotta get it
And I'm all about my dollars
Come fuck with me if you widdit
They say Jay I heard you got a bag
They say Jay I heard you got it fast
This for all the pain up in the past
Wait a minute, while I get back to the Cash
Gotta, count it count it count it
Uh
Count it count count it
Uh
Count it count it count it
Uh
Count it count it count it
Uh
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Writer(s): Markus Henderson
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