freddie gibbs - fuckin' up the count lyrics
-“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-ck you able to keep the count right when you’re not able to do the book problem man?”
-“”count be wrong, they’ll f-ck you up.”
quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay n-gg-
time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same n-gg-
all i know is selling weed and water, dope and yay n-gg-
money on my mind, don’t do the crime unless it pay n-gg-
new 650 bimmer coupe, i’m f-cking in a foreign car
got diamonds in my rollie face i’m bout to cop a audemar
top down on a b-tch when i ride by, i feel like f-ck the law
got diamonds in my rollie face i’m bout to cop an audemar
my celly steady ringin’, 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?
b-tch, i’m straight balling
fifty thousand dollars in a n-gg- couch
and never f-cking up the count
b-tch i’m straight balling
hunnid’ thousand dollars in my momma house
and never f-cking up the count
b-tch, i’m straight balling
tryna make a million before they take me out
and never f-cking up the count
b-tch i’m straight balling
fifty thousand dollars in a n-gg- couch
and never f-cking up the count
this look like money, motherf-cker
money be green
money feel like money
that sh-t look green to you?
got a dead f-cking president on it
i don’t give a f-ck
quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay n-gg-
momma kick me out the house for servin’ where she stay n-gg-
nickel dimed and broke after i buy my brand new j’s, n-gg-
f-ck this broke sh-t boy
went straight to robbing, what’s the play n-gg-
ran off with this n-gg-
work is crucial when you burn a n-gg-
he might want that back so bet you down to do a murder n-gg-
used to keep that .45 on my front seat when i serve a n-gg-
n-gg- want this work
i hope you down to do a murder, n-gg-
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 sh-t in my dna, i just can’t explain that
even if i die tell my enemies i remain that
said b-tch i’m straight balling
fifty thousand dollars in a n-gg- couch
and never f-cking up the count
b-tch i’m straight balling
hunnid’ thousand dollars in my momma house
and never f-cking up the count
b-tch i’m straight balling
tryna make a million before they take me out
and never f-cking up the count
b-tch i’m straight balling
fifty thousand dollars in a n-gg- couch
and never f-cking up the 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-ck it’s gonna take you
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