Missed Count

I'm chillin, I'm good, I'm straight (Yeah)

These rappers they broke, I'm paid (For real)

Codine in my pink lemonade (Lemonade)

Givenchy  for my attire today (Ay)

For my **** I go out of my way (Out of way)

Pussy ****, move up out of my way (Watch out)

I had to go hard for this shit (I did)

****, I put my heart in this shit (Uh, huh)

Never gave my hear to a bitch (Uh-uh)

I won't even argue with a bitch (Nah)

Some of these bitches mo' reala than these ****

(Shittin' on the industry)

Hello, whoa, I'ma call you right back

Bro, I'm tryin' fin' count that money, bro

You makin' me fuck up, bro

I'ma call you right (Yeah) back, bro, shit man, hey, hey

(Paper Route Empire)

I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (Damn)

Instead of startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (Shit, man)

I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (What?)

Instead of startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (Ay)

Got my foreign droptop parked there in front of yo bitch house

(Damn)

I'm headed to the trap, just came from out yo bitch mouth (Damn)

I'm fresh as fuck, I'm high as hell, just smoked about a ounce (Whoa)

Instead of startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count

Yo (Shit) I, I keep fuckin, fuckin up the count (Damn)

I keep rollin' out the pound (Skrilla)

I keep nothin' but real ones around me (My dawgs)

Turn my hood to Kush County (Yeah) A.K.A. Calestalia (Calestalia)

I pay her rent and she hold my sack

****, that's a favor for a favor

You can have them bitches, I just want the stacks (Fresh)

Lil' **** came up from shit (I did that) somedays I just sit and I reminisce

(For real) Who was fuckin' wit' me back then? (Nobody)

Who was fuckin' wit' me back when? (Nobody)

Back when my momma and daddy was smokin' (Damn)

When a young **** was fucked up and hopeless (Ay)

They don't like this shit and I know it (Ay)

Fuck 'em, went and bought another Rollie (Yup)

Got a pocket full of guacamole

I got nothin' but designer on me

Two hundred thou' worth of bling, glowin'

If it ain't raw, I ain't even pourin' (No)

It ain't about money, I ain't even goin' (No)

You already know what I'm on

San Francisco cookies got me stoned

Pick up the paper and I'm gone

I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (Damn)

Instead of startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (Shit, man)

I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (What?)

Instead of startin' over I keep fuckin' up the count  (Ay)

Ay, got my foreign drop top parked there in front of yo bitch house

(Damn)

I'm headed to the trap, just came from out yo bitch mouth (Damn)

I'm fresh as fuck, I'm high as hell, just smoked about a ounce (Whoa)

Instead of startin' over I keep fuckin' up the count, yo

I keep fuckin' up the count, I keep blowin' money (Rich, rich)

I keep rollin' up weed and the strip club, throwin' money (Yeah, yeah)

All these **** say they real, but most of 'em they fakers (I swear)

Two labels off of me, too many but I did it

(Paper out here in pile)

I'm chillin, I'm good, I'm straight (Yeah)

These rappers they broke, I'm paid (For real)

Codeine in my pink lemonade (Lemonade)

Givenchy for my attire today (Ay)

For my **** I go out of my way (Out of way)

Pussy, ****, move up out of my way (Watch out)

I had to go hard for this shit (I did)

****, I put my heart in this shit (Uh, huh)

Never gave my hear to a bitch (Uh)

I won't even argue with a bitch (Nah)

So many bitches mo' realla than these **** (Ooh)

Backseat of a Bentley (What?), they chop a hoe 'bout fifty

In and out the city, your bitch say she miss me, ay

I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (Damn)

Instead of startin' over I keep fuckin' up the count (Shit, man)

I keep on startin' over 'cause I keep fuckin' up the count (What?)

Instead of startin' over, I keep fuckin' up the count (Ay)

Got my foreign drop top parked there in front of yo bitch house (Damn)

I'm headed to the trap, just came from out yo bitch mouth (Damn)

I'm fresh as fuck, I'm high as hell, just smoked about a ounce (Whoa)

Instead of startin' over I keep fuckin' up the count, yo