Count on Me
Dropping by to drop in
How you doing?
It ain't really that hard to take it this far
Am I really that clueless?
Girl you gotta let me know
Girl you got it
Here's my phone
Oh that lock
Ya I know
It's ummm...
Matter fact better give it right back
I just met you so it's lax but I'm studying that ass
You been in it for the win
That's too cold
I'm balling
But ain't nobody perfect so I'll give you what you want
In a minute imma pop and you know that shit
So you be all up on my jock on some gonad shit
I didnt come this far for games
Or lame lanes
So bump a mass affiliate
We portion the gains
It's like sorcery baby
I so ordinate - airy
Bliss
With each kiss we get closer to this
And then the rest is the rest
It's excessive success
Yes yes
I'm so invested that my checks got checks
Yes yes
Papa got some brand new shoes
Looking fresh
Who the best?
You already know I'm reaping up the thresh
Muze Sikk had em slept while he busily crept
And laid the greatest foundation seen yet
I'm blessed
Go on and just let that breath
Low key
You know the rest
Diabolical treks
Ain't nobody knew me when I was broke down beat
And Now they all these lil hussies wan meet and greet
Push it to the limit cuz the limit ain't a limit
If a MF wanna get a penny
Then a penny what a mf get
Sticking to back roads
Taking it back home
Digging a bad omen
With a bat homing
With the cash on me
With the last lone grief
In a catacomb in Greece
Stick the mass on me
I ain't glass homie
I'm a trap homie
Get it back homie
Get it fast homie
Fitted cap on me
Wicked raps only
When I snap on beats
Like a mask strap half ass trash won't bleed
Through the mf mix
I'm a brash bold beast
When I pack gold heat
In this gat cold peace
Then I blast bo beeps
Up they ass hold me
Back
Look MF what you made me do
Murder was the case and with this case I conclude
If you wanna get clout you can count on me
If you wanna get around you can count on me
If you wanna get sound you can count on me
If you wanna get loud you can count on me
If you wanna get drowned you can count on me
If you wanna get bound you can count on me
If you wanna get down you can count on me
If you wanna get mean you can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
If you wanna get down you can count on me
If you wanna get around you can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
If you wanna get down you can count on me
If you wanna get around you can count on me
How you doing?
It ain't really that hard to take it this far
Am I really that clueless?
Girl you gotta let me know
Girl you got it
Here's my phone
Oh that lock
Ya I know
It's ummm...
Matter fact better give it right back
I just met you so it's lax but I'm studying that ass
You been in it for the win
That's too cold
I'm balling
But ain't nobody perfect so I'll give you what you want
In a minute imma pop and you know that shit
So you be all up on my jock on some gonad shit
I didnt come this far for games
Or lame lanes
So bump a mass affiliate
We portion the gains
It's like sorcery baby
I so ordinate - airy
Bliss
With each kiss we get closer to this
And then the rest is the rest
It's excessive success
Yes yes
I'm so invested that my checks got checks
Yes yes
Papa got some brand new shoes
Looking fresh
Who the best?
You already know I'm reaping up the thresh
Muze Sikk had em slept while he busily crept
And laid the greatest foundation seen yet
I'm blessed
Go on and just let that breath
Low key
You know the rest
Diabolical treks
Ain't nobody knew me when I was broke down beat
And Now they all these lil hussies wan meet and greet
Push it to the limit cuz the limit ain't a limit
If a MF wanna get a penny
Then a penny what a mf get
Sticking to back roads
Taking it back home
Digging a bad omen
With a bat homing
With the cash on me
With the last lone grief
In a catacomb in Greece
Stick the mass on me
I ain't glass homie
I'm a trap homie
Get it back homie
Get it fast homie
Fitted cap on me
Wicked raps only
When I snap on beats
Like a mask strap half ass trash won't bleed
Through the mf mix
I'm a brash bold beast
When I pack gold heat
In this gat cold peace
Then I blast bo beeps
Up they ass hold me
Back
Look MF what you made me do
Murder was the case and with this case I conclude
If you wanna get clout you can count on me
If you wanna get around you can count on me
If you wanna get sound you can count on me
If you wanna get loud you can count on me
If you wanna get drowned you can count on me
If you wanna get bound you can count on me
If you wanna get down you can count on me
If you wanna get mean you can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
If you wanna get down you can count on me
If you wanna get around you can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
If you wanna get down you can count on me
If you wanna get around you can count on me
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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