Jayismean - Make It Count

Fucked up
Got me fucked up
What's in your cup
To busy in money to think of
What next
Whos next
This that good sex
Fuck you
Pay me
It's so hazy
I'm loving the Gucci
Just the classiest hoochie
Enough of the convo
Baby let's get to the blue cheese
Thinking you better these bitches on flutey
What is not clicking
Straight on them niggas
Like fucking on bitches
Sick of them hoes tell them handle my business
Cut niggas off I was clearing my vision
And for the record
(And for the what)
Just tell me how you really feel
It's scary how bitches they fake how they real
Too many niggas they aim for the kill
Never could stay in one spot i'm just too anxious to go see a million
I pray to god I won't just mess up a deal
Cause nobody knows how it feels
When you had to push yourself
To make it sealed
Fucking with me gives you once of chance
Play your position I stay in demand
Don't count me out it might fuck up your plans
this shit can get ugly so stay where you can
Really on that better come at a ten
The ones in the back let's comprehend
That none of you bitches can not fuck with him
I'm really a sin
Counted me out
Fuck a nigga and his doubt
I'm the one to make it out
Left you now and figure out
To do with yourself now
Time to make myself proud
Selfish and humble now
Not time to go and wait now
Started out with just a whole lot to say
Sorry i'm just in mood to to relay
I can just stay
I can just wait
But fuck it i'm working to claim all that fame
I give a fuck about the bitch sitting next to me
This is that shit that makes niggas invest in me
No one can do it like mean to the death of me
What can I say i'm the one with the recipe
Fucked up
Got me fucked up
What's in ya cup
To busy in money to think of
What next
Who's next
This that good sex
Fuck you
Pay me
It's so hazy

Written by:
Jayden Bonner

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