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signed early on, and LeBron
Who's linked to Jay's Roc Nation company so
Jay's reference there to, "technically"
Is both the caveat
LeBron's done plenty

Heard em talkin bout me how they doubt me
How they tryna count me out cool
All you bout to do is keep on counting
New accountants counting up

Not me no way no how 
Like an automated service hit a with the pound
Not me no way no how 
If a nigga wanna try me then I'm telling you now
Not me no

all my exes
Waiting for the automated girl
To tell me to leave a message
And I never have to leave a reference
She could figure who it was
From

On the road's a Ceschi reference now
Look up at feathered wings of veterans now
To succeed or not is just a preference now
I built a lot of castles
Filled

automated voice system
Don't over-charge me
Don't disregard me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
My network connection has been denied
And my postcode's not recognised

stitches still I'm Yolo
I got million stitches still I'm Yolo
They counting on my downfall
I'm like ooh no
Haters talk
I'm all about a million more
Pretty

and ask for a reference (Check the stats)
Been up in my bag really feeling generous (Ugh huh)
Counting up some many times its numerous
Thought it was a joke

Sinking falling deeper in sleep, I'm in the sunken place
Drinking and I'm counting the sheep, I'm in a drunken state
Ehmed and I go back in the day,

elevated
I know yall niggaz hate it
Nomore counting me out
Hater I fuckin made it
Money be flowing in
Kind of like its automated
Got the money chasing me

reacting 
Stuff in my pants now 
Counting these up on the regular
Shorty she said that she had enough
All this money we getting up
Cuz i got the moves

count on my wrist some more
Counting on no bitch no more
Tell me what that shit go for
Why we never click no more

Im just staying lit like moore
I just

I been rolling, got no limit
I been floating, on my lyrics
On my doley, counting digits
Dirty eleven, keep it steady
Backup on me, Smith & Wesson
You

Started with five dollar bills
Shoot for dollars in the 'Ville
I'm in the villa, I'm counting the skrilla
My mama say I gotta chill
Turning down record

stacking all dinero, getting Dizzy like Gillespie, only real ones get the reference
Only real ones get my preference All the fake ones get that severance

I

the height but not a way out
There's no escape for a man locked in prism
Counting the ways to make change but his days remain numbered
Slumbered in chains,

When it comes to problem-solving, yesterday's equation
Use precise calculations, like mathematically counting at a counter station
Then mechanically,

yo bitch call me constant
But I don't answer cause I know she talking nonsense
She get the automated voice every trip
Meanwhile I'm at the bank pulling

COLD FASHION 

I’m counting all the minutes and I know you won’t admit it
I’ve seen it, felt it
Time is precious and you know you’re wasting mine
You

legs up like Lamborghini doors I ride you
Paid money in my bank account is gettin large
Co co comas I'm counting bove a hundred mills
Gettin' lot of doe

think I need a detox
I've been high way too long
Standby way too long

Operator know me well
Automated and compelled
Concierges at the hotels

watching the throne
Keep the energy to my own
Self generated flows
Counting the income
Dying for a crumb
Ink done run dry
Tears cried, I'm numb
My pride is

counting sheep

Well I
Deleted your photos off my phone
I couldn't bear my own obsession
Now I'm listening to the sound of my ringtone
I turn it off to face

boogie nights
All of you suckas pussy, None of you pussy's tight
I rep that red flag, That's right that red flag
I still got blood money, I'm counting