Counting My Pockets

They think I'm broke I ain't near it at all
They think I'm broke I aint near it at all
Think I'm broke
They think I'm broke
Mind yo business get yo head Bussed
First in my hood wit a million don't care how I got it
I get it and spend it like nun
Last onna list to pay mind to a bitch
She just talking I won't even clear up assumptions
It's how you handle the talk that's gone mold how u walk
And my muscle on standing up straight
Of course ima laugh at opinions
Cuz honestly I know I'll up and point straight at ya face

Organized crime on sum mafia shit
Know better speaking onna business got her watching her lips

I think it's even then I'm leaving when done stocking the clip
Pull up and squeeze it from the bottom to the top of the whip
Won't make it easy when I'm shooting ain't no stopping the shit
I start recruiting now they boxing and they plotting on licks
Send money to em now they lookin like they shop wit a list
Mind yo business get yo head bussed

Broke and they countin my pockets
I ran it up wit out signs of me stopping

I done took judgment from bitches and niggas who think
We competing but stuck at the bottom
I got a leash on my bitch she go crazy sometimes
But it's women so you gotta watch em
Keep it 6 feet from you dick riding niggas y'all fans
And that's something we don't have in common
We get the drop where you be, where you be at
I pack a strap wit my gloves and a ski mask

Anything you got I want ima seize that
And I won't sitting around waiting for feed back

Follow the whip way to hard gotta ease back
Draw down and I spray at every seat lean back
Won't even give you the option to squeeze back
I know a dead man a never get me back
Was at the pink wit my brothers
Just thuggin and crankin I'm bagging up wit weed onna steps
Only 15 when we talk until GTL tell us we only got a minute left

Movin uncertain I cock it
It's onna head and the clip short wit 10 inna chest

And I get to squeezing til he get to breathing like a nigga running out of breath
They think I'm broke I aint near it all
Tell me who can you call
When the money aint been comin to y'all

I gotta stack all my bricks like a wall
Gotta get rich I aint leavin my dogs

No

I won't do it at all
Dont need support I make sure I won't fall

No
Like fuck it lets ball
Yea

Rich so the haters be watchin
Im steppin im pops

I smash on yo hoes she demolished
Smart in the streets I never got booked

Like
Dam I coulda went to college

I fuck wit models they love me
My diamonds flawless no I aint get lucky

I trapped for this shit
Now I'm rappin for this

If you step on my shoes I'm shootin like curry
I use to hop on huffy now my engine hemi

She drink patron I'm mixin henny
Never seen racks I had plenty

You know I be spendin thats porally why the want to end me
Pull up wit the cowboy since they envy

Tryna get nominated for a Emmy
If I gotta settle for a grammy
I won't sell my sole for no pennies
They think I'm broke I aint near it at all
They think I'm broke I aint near it at all
They think I'm broke I aint near it at all
They think I'm broke I aint near it at all
Get yo head bussed