Lyrics:
ima tag it up
I got mojo, wanna shag? pass the shwag
I'm in a daze this ain't a phase
I can't count my days
I'm just making plays
Keith Richards isn't
to take accountability
I'm just so relieved cause I did what I achieved
I just can't believe, I ain't believe in me
One, two, three, you can count on me
the morning count that money up (Count that money up)
Creeping in this bitch I'm feeling like a killa
Shoot that bitch from range I'm just like Reggie Miller
on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch,
Richard mille on my wrist
While my chick in a designer
I keep on shining
I keep on grinding
Getting this money
Invest it and flip it
To cop me an island
I
watch who behind me
You know I rip a bitch quick
Talk nice, Don Dada, straight slaughter me a bitch
I'ma show you how to rip this stick
Jump out, hit
to go
It's just me n travo & 12 hot in this bitch
I know one thing fasho make it outta this bitch
Soon we walked in the Neiman store a dog in that bitch
in a terrible twist to this story
Richards had gone off the road earlier
On the snowy evening and
Struck a snowbank two men happened
By in a pickup
the horse
I want the Porsche but chop the top and cocaine all the doors
I got two-hundred cuttas behind me about this shit
I put my bitch in a whip you ain't
the park,
She took Emma by the hand,
They've got a lot in common.
I'll leave them to do what they want,
I'll leave them to do what they need to,
Or I'm in the pity, screaming "Ah" for hyenas (ah)
Shoulda thought about it, watch your mouth when you see me (watch your mouth)
Please don't talk, send
Loose lips, full clips
Til' the casket just like Clipse
All malice push this
Move bitch I'm ludicrous
Elevated on me (Ooh)
All my diamonds on V (Ooh)
Run from the feds
Can't trace my steps
Count all my bread Money I collect
It don't mean a thing
What did you achieve
I ain't got no llama
But this
put me in a new whip and I win (skrrt)
I'm having way too much money (way too much)
Make a bitch dizzy the way that I spin
I'm having way too much
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
and I wasn't even ready to come in yet
Ah
Let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some
they had they doubts I'll prove em wrong so count me in
Walkin tall like a man don't never fall or no stumblin
Runnin this shit like I'm Robert Smith
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
can keep
A Richard Mille niggas in their feelings give two fucks how you feel
Take it back in blood that's what the song says I'll have your folks
back So watch yourself And your mentions
I'm that nigga Go by Ro
Better trust your intuition And you know
Make sure you don't count me out
Make sure you
All I need is you
If this what love is all about
You can count me out, baby count me out
Just count me out
If this what love is all about
You can
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
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