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