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Grateful for my people dawg I count my blessings
Should not need to teach you how to be a real friend
Haven't got no sleep at all since like

help
Ain't many I count on
But Benjamins - mins
Ain't too many I count on
Eyes looking like Sauron I'm blazed
Drank mixin now
I'm drank mixin now
Now I'm

porn while I count up my stacks (Count it, count it)
Swervin' down the freeway in the 'rube (Skrt, skrt)
Smoke all in my lungs, man you'd think I had

just do it all by myself
Fuck all the people that doubted me
I can count em and count everytime that they was clowning me
I done found every post every

of your lovin
I miss you already, when you ain't even gone
I'll count every second and moment I'm gettin
You're all that I want, my piece of heaven yeah

thank God Cuz I Prayed for You
Show me love and ill show it too
Wanna get old count these rack with you
If I'm stunting she stunting too
Gentle thug be my

Ballerina
You must've seen her
Dancing in the sand
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway

Up on the tip of my toes
I think

the kill it's disgusting
Hustle ambition the kid with the vison see through all your views
Like your head as gone missing
Count Dooku all of you while you be

like a canopy
Ten bands, fifty bands count it like a recipe
A hunnid band, a quarter mil, count it like it nothing to me
Staying down and keep it trill,

future, everything is torn apart

After 777, what number awaits
After 777, what number should I count
After 777, my body wants more
After 777, my spirit

the key
Anything you want
Anything you need
Can always count on me
You know I'll always be
Baby you know
You know
You know
You know
You know
You know
You

bitches I got options
Push up in that, skr
Think I lost em'
Count up checks often
If he play off him
Racks in money on me
Had to put the dummy on em'
Seen

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care"
But you've got

First time I seen 100 racks was in my own bank account
You alive and trying get rich get up today and make it count
They was laughing living flashy

shit (Aye aye)
Trap shit (Aye aye)
Trap shit lil boy hit a lic (Haha)
Trap shit
Trap shit
Trap shit
Lil boy count them strips
Count them strips
Lil boy

there
You an count on me
Cause I'm on my way (On my way)

Roll the dice take a chance
Never know what you could create
Clock ticks by on the wall
As you

drop the hammer
'Cause I'm down for the count but I'm far from dead
I'm going back to the woodshed
Paying all the bills down to my last dollar
Boss calls

I just wanna count me up some racks (yeah)
Nigga talking crazy, in his mouth he get smacked
She just wanna ask me where I'm at
All up in my ear

like a fiend
I will stand and fight, yeah, you can count on me
I will protect you from this dark, dark, dark, dark

World full of lies
Did you think

like Pippen
Rockin on a turban like twizzÿ I'm dripping
Pushing the whip, no key in ignition
Run up the racks when I count up a million
Pop me a perc

will sing
Lay your head on my shoulder
Count the stars in the sky
While I hold you
As I love you
Let big American aeroplanes go by
I remember somewhere

tryna count up the benjies
And me and you together girl we run up the digits
Girl I, know you got a thing for me
Girl you, promise you won't change on me

take a hit
Yeah i'm losing count
Cut it up need a fix
Cuz I'm running out
Of lives in her grip
21st century bitch

Her voice is in my head
Comatose like

Stay down with them soldiers
Smoking on that doja
Count up the racks and I get to the bag and I feel like feel like a soldier
Yeah
Been had the racks