Fuckin’ Up the Count

LETRA

Fuckin’ Up the Count

-'You working a ground stash
20 tall pinks
Two fiends come up to you and ask for two each
Another one cops three
Then Bodie hands you off 10 more
But some white guy rolls up in a car, waves you down and pays for eight
How many vials you got left?'
-'15'
-'How the f*** you able to keep the count right when you're not able to do the book problem man?'
-'“Count be wrong, they'll f*** you up.”

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay ni***
Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same ni***
All I know is selling weed and water, dope and yay ni***
Money on my mind, don't do the crime unless it pay ni***
New 650 Bimmer coupe, I'm fuc*** 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 f*** the law
Got diamonds in my rollie face I'm bout to cop an Audemar
My celly steady ringin', for Freddie 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?

Bitch, I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a ni*** couch
And never fuc*** up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house
And never fuc*** up the count
Bitch, I'm straight balling
Tryna make a million before they take me out
And never fuc*** up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a ni*** couch
And never fuc*** up the count

This look like money, motherfuc***
Money be green
Money feel like money
That shit look green to you?
Got a dead fuc*** president on it
I don't give a f***

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay ni***
Momma kick me out the house for servin' where she stay ni***
Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J's, ni***
Fuck this broke shit boy
Went straight to robbing, what's the play ni***
Ran off with this ni***
Work is crucial when you burn a ni***
He might want that back so bitch you down to do a murder ni***
Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a ni***
Nigga want this work
I hope you down to do a murder, ni***
Celly steady ringin' for Freddie but 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

Said bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a ni*** couch
And never fuc*** up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house
And never fuc*** up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Tryna make a million before they take me out
And never fuc*** up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a ni*** couch
And never fuc*** up the count
Count, count

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 f*** it's gonna take you