Missed Count
I'm chillin', I'm good, I'm straight
These rappers, they broke, I'm paid
Codeine in my pink lemonade
Givenchy, my attire today
For my niggas, I go out of my way
Pussy nigga move up out of my way (watch out)
I had to go hard for this shit (I did)
Nigga, I put my heart in this shit (uh-huh)
Never gave my heart to a bitch
I won't even argue with a bitch
Some of these bitches more realer than these niggas (Shitting On The Industry)
Hello? Whoa
Ayy, I'ma call you right back bruh, I'm tryna finish countin' this money bruh
You makin' me fuck up bruh, I'ma call you right back bruh, shit man (Paper Route Empire)
Ayy, ayy
I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (damn)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (shit)
I keep on startin' over, 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (what?)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (ayy)
Got my foreign drop top parked in front of your bitch house
I'm headin' to the trap, just came from out your bitch mouth
I'm fresh as fuck, I'm high as hell, just smoked about a ounce
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count
I-I-I keep fuckin' up the count, I keep rollin' out the pound
I keep nothin' but real ones 'round me, turn my hood to kush county
A.K.A. Castalia, I pay her rent and she hold my sack
Nigga, that's a favor for a favor
You can have them bitches, I just want the stacks
Lil' nigga came up from shit, somedays I just sit and reminisce
Who was fuckin' with me back then?
Who was fuckin' with me back when?
Back when my momma and my daddy was smokin'
When a young nigga was fucked up and hopeless
They don't like this shit and I know it, fuck 'em, went and bought another Rollie
Got a pocket full of guacamole, I got nothin' but designer on me
200 thou' worth of bling glowin'
If it ain't raw, I ain't even pourin', if it ain't 'bout money, I ain't even goin'
You already know what I'm on
San Fransisco cookies got me stoned, pick up the paper and I'm gone
I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (damn)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (shit)
I keep on startin' over, 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (what?)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (ayy)
Got my foreign drop top parked in front of your bitch house
I'm headin' to the trap, just came from out your bitch mouth
I'm fresh as fuck, I'm high as hell, just smoked about a ounce
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count
I keep fuckin' up the count, I keep blowin' money
I keep rollin' up weed in the strip club, throwin' money
All these niggas say they real but most of 'em the fakest
Two labels offered me two milli but I didn't take it
I'm chillin', I'm good, I'm straight
These rappers, they broke, I'm paid
Codeine in my pink lemonade
Givenchy, my attire today
For my niggas, I go out of my way
Pussy nigga move up out of my way (watch out)
I had to go hard for this shit (I did)
Nigga, I put my heart in this shit (uh-huh)
Never gave my heart to a bitch
I won't even argue with a bitch
Some of these bitches more realer than these niggas (woo)
Back seat of the Bentley, the choppa hold 'bout 50
In and out the city, your bitch said she missed me
I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (damn)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (shit)
I keep on startin' over, 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (what?)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (ayy)
Got my foreign drop top parked in front of your bitch house
I'm headin' to the trap, just came from out your bitch mouth
I'm fresh as fuck, I'm high as hell, just smoked about a ounce
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count
These rappers, they broke, I'm paid
Codeine in my pink lemonade
Givenchy, my attire today
For my niggas, I go out of my way
Pussy nigga move up out of my way (watch out)
I had to go hard for this shit (I did)
Nigga, I put my heart in this shit (uh-huh)
Never gave my heart to a bitch
I won't even argue with a bitch
Some of these bitches more realer than these niggas (Shitting On The Industry)
Hello? Whoa
Ayy, I'ma call you right back bruh, I'm tryna finish countin' this money bruh
You makin' me fuck up bruh, I'ma call you right back bruh, shit man (Paper Route Empire)
Ayy, ayy
I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (damn)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (shit)
I keep on startin' over, 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (what?)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (ayy)
Got my foreign drop top parked in front of your bitch house
I'm headin' to the trap, just came from out your bitch mouth
I'm fresh as fuck, I'm high as hell, just smoked about a ounce
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count
I-I-I keep fuckin' up the count, I keep rollin' out the pound
I keep nothin' but real ones 'round me, turn my hood to kush county
A.K.A. Castalia, I pay her rent and she hold my sack
Nigga, that's a favor for a favor
You can have them bitches, I just want the stacks
Lil' nigga came up from shit, somedays I just sit and reminisce
Who was fuckin' with me back then?
Who was fuckin' with me back when?
Back when my momma and my daddy was smokin'
When a young nigga was fucked up and hopeless
They don't like this shit and I know it, fuck 'em, went and bought another Rollie
Got a pocket full of guacamole, I got nothin' but designer on me
200 thou' worth of bling glowin'
If it ain't raw, I ain't even pourin', if it ain't 'bout money, I ain't even goin'
You already know what I'm on
San Fransisco cookies got me stoned, pick up the paper and I'm gone
I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (damn)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (shit)
I keep on startin' over, 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (what?)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (ayy)
Got my foreign drop top parked in front of your bitch house
I'm headin' to the trap, just came from out your bitch mouth
I'm fresh as fuck, I'm high as hell, just smoked about a ounce
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count
I keep fuckin' up the count, I keep blowin' money
I keep rollin' up weed in the strip club, throwin' money
All these niggas say they real but most of 'em the fakest
Two labels offered me two milli but I didn't take it
I'm chillin', I'm good, I'm straight
These rappers, they broke, I'm paid
Codeine in my pink lemonade
Givenchy, my attire today
For my niggas, I go out of my way
Pussy nigga move up out of my way (watch out)
I had to go hard for this shit (I did)
Nigga, I put my heart in this shit (uh-huh)
Never gave my heart to a bitch
I won't even argue with a bitch
Some of these bitches more realer than these niggas (woo)
Back seat of the Bentley, the choppa hold 'bout 50
In and out the city, your bitch said she missed me
I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (damn)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (shit)
I keep on startin' over, 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (what?)
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (ayy)
Got my foreign drop top parked in front of your bitch house
I'm headin' to the trap, just came from out your bitch mouth
I'm fresh as fuck, I'm high as hell, just smoked about a ounce
I'm steady startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count
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Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Hayward Ivy
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