Countin

I got too much going on baby I can't fuck with you, nah
I been counting counting counting counting tell me what's up with you, yeah
Told her don't get to comfortable nah nah
Whats up with you aww yeah

Aye, Don't call me no rapper I ain't with the rap cap
I can bless your trap walked in with a trash bag
Told her how to count I told her use both hands
Told her I can't hold your hand cause when I drive I'm going fast
Did the dash doubled up my racks
I don't know your mans man that shit is in the past
Aye but if he tryna cop then you know ima have to tax
You know word around town is you boys is getting waxed
Aye y'all be talking way to much the phones tapped
If you ain't getting money then I can't give you dap
This ain't what you thought and of course this ain't that
Aye I heard he tried to play me till I came in with the strap

I got too much going on baby I can't fuck with you, nah
I been counting counting counting counting tell me what's up with you, yeah
Told her don't get to comfortable nah nah
Whats up with you aww yeah

I be on some smooth and some rude shit
I just hit her at the Red Roof Inn
Pussy soaking I might need a cruise ship
She caught feelings she confused Im on some new shit
Im like what you mean you made me do this
I went and put diamonds on my left fist
I swear you moving to shiesty you to selfish
Did it on my own I made myself this
And if you see the vision then you know we getting rich
I be smoking gas and I blow it by the zip
Yeah you can call my phone but ill hang up if it click
Probably posted in the party with your shorty on my hip

I got too much going on baby I can't fuck with you, nah
I been counting counting counting counting tell me what's up with you, yeah
Told her don't get to comfortable nah nah
Whats up with you aww yeah



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Writer(s): Rico Santino Quinones
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