Fuckin' Up the Count

[Intro]

Eight?

Damn, Sarah, look, close your eyes (Yeah)

You working a ground stash, 20 tall pinks

Never fuckin' up the count

Two fiends come up to you and ask for two each

Another one cops three (Yeah) then Bodie hands you off 10 more

But some white guy rolls up in a car

Never fuckin' up the count

Waves you down and pays for the eight

How many vials you got left? (15)

Yeah, yeah, this for my young niggas

How the fuck you able to keep the count right

When you're not able to do the book problem man?

Count be wrong, they’ll fuck you up

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy nigga

Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same nigga

All I know is selling weed and water, dope and yay nigga

Money on my mind, don't do the crime unless it pay nigga

New 650 Bimmer coupe, I'm fucking in a foreign car

Got diamonds in my Rollie face, I'm bout to cop a Audemar

Top down on a bitch when I ride by, I feel like fuck the law

Got diamonds in my Rollie face, I'm bout to cop an Audemar

My celly steady ringin' for Freddie, where, where your bales at?

Teacher told me go get a job, I said "Where the scale at?"

Told my Cali plug wrap the package up, we can mail that

Teacher told me go get a job, I said, "Where the scale at?"

[Hook]

Bitch I'm straight ballin', fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight ballin', 100 thousand dollars in my mama house

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight ballin', tryna make a million 'fore they take me out

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight ballin', fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch

And never fucking up the count

[Interlude]

Huh, this look like money, motherfucker?

Money be green, money, feel like money

That shit look green to you?

It got a dead fucking president on it

Nigga I don't give a fuck

[Verse 2]

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy nigga

Mama kick me out the house for servin' where she stay nigga

Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J's, nigga

Fuck this broke shit boy, went straight to robbing, what's the play nigga?

Ran off with this nigga, work is crucial when you burn a nigga

He might want that back so bitch you down to do a murder nigga

Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a nigga

Nigga want this work, I hope you down to do a murder, nigga

Celly steady ringin' for Freddie, where where the things at?

Drove a half a ton, dropped it off and I took a plane back

Gangsta shit in my DNA, I just can't explain that

Even if I die, tell my enemies I remain that

[Hook]

Said bitch I'm straight ballin', fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight ballin', 100 thousand dollars in my mama house

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight ballin', tryna make a million 'fore they take me out

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight ballin', fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch

And never fucking up the count

[Outro]

You follow drugs

You get drug addicts and the drug dealers

But you start to follow the money

And you don't know where the fuck it's gon' take you