All I Think About

All I think about is countin' hoes and fuckin' commas All I think about is countin' hoes and fuckin' commas All I think about is countin' hoes and fuckin' commas What you mean I said it wrong? F*ck it, I'll just switch the flow I'll just rip the plastic off them racks and put it on the floor Once you do that, gawk, gawk, twist it, bitch, it's time to go Bitch it's Ivo number 24, y'all so independent, what the f*ck you ask for money for Only like to talk about the money through the money phone This shit knockin' like the metronome I give her some dick and ask the bitch what time she goin' home She a nasty bitch, she gave me dimsdale, dimadome I needed some lil' shit to protect my heart, that's why I'm rockin' chrome Why do every nigga turn to Kevin Hart when they around the hoes Why do all these rappers talk about that cash that they ain't never blown Why do rappers always talk about some shit that they ain't never on All this shit is for the internet's entertainment When you suck me up, bitch, don't forget to swallow all the babies I can't tell, bruh, is this bitch a slut or she a lady I feel like rap saved me, bitch, I been knew I was the one just like McGrady Bitch, I been knew I would be him it wasn't no maybe I ball like Kobe dropping 80 He thought he was going up to heaven, but I just sent him down to Hades Bitch, all I think about is countin' hoes and fuckin' commas up I'ma give this shit, my fuckin' all until my time is up I was hoopin' in my fuckin' tennis chain and fucked the diamonds up I learned how to navigate the snakes and turn my sliming up I learned how to stack up all the cash and watch it pile up We was swervin' lanes and causing fuckin' seven car pile ups Shawty said she had some wild thoughts about us doin' wild stuff How your pockets always empty and you steady tryna roll up Glad, I caught you on a Wednesday, lil' baby, I'm just tryna hump My niggas came Sniper Gang I feel like I'm Dame, I shoot this long bitch from long range Gettin' hard to defer the long nights from the long days I used to care about these hoes back in the day I came a long way I said, I'm sorry for the wait my album coming, I ain't Lil Wayne Bitch, yeah, I just wish that God could clear the world of all the lames Bitch, I'm versatile, I really be talkin' shit and make em feel the pain All I think about is fuckin' hoes and countin' commas All I do is run it up, I think I got a problem I know God got me, I don't give a f*ck about no condom I got real hoes, I don't give a f*ck about Mo Bamba Certified, f*ck boy, nigga, f*ck Donda I understand why they the Kia boys, nigga, f*ck Honda Big 24K, big 24,000 Big 24,000, how you know me Know me, slide every time, man, it's just, I'm I'm like, shit, I'm sorry, bitch I'm like, shit, I'm sorry, bitch