COUNTING COLORS

Watch where you're going, you fool! Woah, woah Grr-ah I'm counting my blues, I'm counting my greens I'm sorting my colours out Counting up money, I'm counting up M's I'm counting up commas, large amounts I bought that bitch a Burkin bag She want to f*ck for that (Hey) What the f*ck she bought for me? She bought me nothing back (Brrr-ah) When I've sorted all my money, I'll buy myself a tank When I'm London yeah I'm carrying a shank I don't talk to businesses, I take 'em to the bank Like a soldier in the fucking army with my tank (Brrr-ah) Then a fuckin' rapper called Yeat, called it "Tonka" (Yay-yo) But my Range Rover is a lil longer Yeah, I used to work in business now I'm talking to my guap yeah I used to be a bum driving in a used Honda When I get pulled over they don't even wanna talk to me And when I get pulled over yeah they always start to lie to me And why you acting crazy as if you could even step to me All this shit is fake, yeah none of this is real to me Y'all weren't ready for all this singing shit Y'all just wanna hear me going crazy with it, yuh (Grr-ah) I'm counting my blues, I'm counting my greens I'm sorting my colours out Counting up money, I'm counting up M's I'm counting up commas, large amounts I bought that bitch a Burkin bag She want to f*ck for that (Hey) What the f*ck she bought for me? She bought me nothing back (Brrr-ah) When I've sorted all my money, I'll buy myself a tank When I'm London yeah I'm carrying a shank I don't talk to businesses, I take 'em to the bank Like a soldier in the fucking army with my tank (Brrr-ah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Driving round town with my tank now Man you really jealous cause I'm spending now