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[Intro: quinn & Clairo] I'm a controlling bitch Every second counts I don't wanna talk [Verse 1: FearDorian] I ain't asking for much, nigga talk down, he get packed in a blunt Nigga move stupid as hell, I ain't backing him up My new bitch gotta match my steez, she know I'm bad as fuck Spilt the molly water on my T, it had me mad as fuck Nigga flexing on the Gram with bands, but it ain't adding up Send a package to wxst, bitch, who's bagging it up? Take everything this bitch-ass nigga own, he's bragging too much Dropped a lo' to the crib, I hope she ain't setting me up So I got my eyes low as fuck And the grabba keep packin' a punch See her at the function and shit, this bitch is tryna hunch Had to tell her I'm too locked in, now this music shit got me stuck We don't ever play his shit on the airways 'cause this nigga suck Nigga not going nowhere, hе ain't working enough Streets say, "You always going somewherе," bitch, I'm working too much I'm in too many bags, shawty, I'm runnin' it up (I'm runnin' it up) [Verse 2: quinn & Clairo] (Every second counts) Ayy I got a bone to pick I'm in the building, won't leave 'til I own the shit I need to own the shit Find out you dropping and I'ma step over it Done with the sober shit Pass me the spliffy, I don't care who rolled the shit Can't believe that I wrote this shit I heard the beat then I started to flow with it I'm making moves in the back, but I gotta be quiet, it ain't no exposing it If it involves losing money, the fuck made you think that I was gonna go with it? We pull up on you then take everything that you have, 'cause I'm in control of shit If I find out where you stay, I'ma send a few niggas to come and patrol your shit My lil' bro get distracted, he findin' himself inside all of the hoes and shit He ain't a dummy, he make hella money, he don't got a problem with focusin' Stick in the buggy, it's tucked underneath of the seat, huggin' the floor and shit All of my niggas ain't make it yet, so I don't wanna talk about the dough I get I say "Where you at, where you been?" Mm-mm, I'm a controlling bitch Niggas be broke in the crib doing jack, like money ain't nothing to go and get It's to the point where I'm coughing up blood and losing the skin in my nose and shit [Outro: Clairo] Hahaha! Every second counts I don't wanna talk to you anymore, and All these little games You can call me by the name I gave you