Make It Count

Fucked up
Got me fucked up
What's in your cup
To busy in money to think of

What next
Whos next
This that good sex
Fuck you
Pay me
It's so hazy

I'm loving the Gucci
Just the classiest hoochie
Enough of the convo

Baby let's get to the blue cheese
Thinking you better these bitches on flutey

What is not clicking
Straight on them niggas
Like fucking on bitches

Sick of them hoes tell them handle my business
Cut niggas off I was clearing my vision

And for the record
(And for the what)
Just tell me how you really feel
It's scary how bitches they fake how they real

Too many niggas they aim for the kill
Never could stay in one spot i'm just too anxious to go see a million

I pray to god I won't just mess up a deal
Cause nobody knows how it feels
When you had to push yourself
To make it sealed

Fucking with me gives you once of chance
Play your position I stay in demand

Don't count me out it might fuck up your plans
this shit can get ugly so stay where you can
Really on that better come at a ten

The ones in the back let's comprehend
That none of you bitches can not fuck with him
I'm really a sin

Counted me out
Fuck a nigga and his doubt
I'm the one to make it out
Left you now and figure out

To do with yourself now
Time to make myself proud
Selfish and humble now
Not time to go and wait now

Started out with just a whole lot to say
Sorry i'm just in mood to to relay
I can just stay
I can just wait

But fuck it i'm working to claim all that fame
I give a fuck about the bitch sitting next to me

This is that shit that makes niggas invest in me
No one can do it like mean to the death of me
What can I say i'm the one with the recipe

Fucked up
Got me fucked up
What's in ya cup
To busy in money to think of

What next
Who's next
This that good sex
Fuck you
Pay me
It's so hazy



Credits
Writer(s): Jayden Bonner
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