Count-Up

Shiit, i mean money important but it ain't everything Some people be willing to lose friends and end relationships behind that shit I mean it is what you make it but I think if a nigga, if i fall out with a nigga over money, or a bitch Then it's f*ck em Probably do better without em Whole squad in the building ain't nobody hot as us Big rod on my hip don't make me f*ck somebody up A couple thousand for a show i hit the road then count it up But if i can count my money i know i ain't got enough Whole squad in the building ain't nobody hot as us Big rod on my hip don't make me f*ck somebody up A couple thousand for a show i hit the road then count it up But if i can count my money i know i ain't got enough Say if i can count my money i know i ain't got enough Caught my brother stealing from me I ain't got a lot of trust Keep a pistol on my hip i'm case somebody running up Tell probation violate me i don't give a mother f*ck Taylor port is what i'm drinking no more remy in my cup Dafi rolling so much dank can barely put it in the blunt Blowing gas, filler up Blow a band, live it up Made it back in a month Real man i get it done Yeah, yea, yah. On my knees praying often Lord keep these crackers off me caught a case i beat them charges I was sleep back in a coffin In the streets trapping & balling But the money bought more problems and i already had enough Yeah, the money brought more problems and they steady adding up Baby mama always calling making threats to lock me up If i got it then you got it mama i ain't gotta bluff But if i ain't got enough Hit the road then grind it up Whole squad in the building ain't nobody hot as us Big rod on my hip don't make me f*ck somebody up A couple thousand for a show i hit the road then count it up But if i can count my money i know i ain't got enough Say if i can count my, hold-up You already know what's up Li hoe say she down to f*ck So i had to pick her up Hit the hole then we lay-up Like im Lillard with the rock I be posted calling shots like imma center on the block Yea, yah. Pajah, who the bitches asking bout Taking gambles with my life and God still ain't cash me out Thugging, robbing since a jit and niggas still ain't ass me out Litty since 2010 and niggas still ain't ash me out Who am i? son of God, Tribe of judah, imma levite Was born eyes closed, now they open i can see right Was dark, now i see light Ay, kev, what it be like Double-S we in this bitch till i'm dead, g-code, wii-life Whole squad in the building ain't nobody hot as us Big rod on my hip don't make me f*ck somebody up A couple thousand for a show i hit the road then count it up But if i can count my money i know i ain't got enough