Freddie Gibbs - 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
[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
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
[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
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