Ceej Corleone - count up

8 in the morning, I'm feenin for money
She looking at me, I can tell that she horny
My bitches ain average they greater than ten
Seeing dead faces, it feel like they lurking
They my luh companion, I love Benjamin
Cut the chase, I ain't taking no breaks
l still work everyday, I ain't pushing no pen

Peel back the roof, she be needing some sun
Big body truck, glockie is tucked
More than one way, only sayin this once
Please try your luck, sending you up
Niggas too fake, they be acting so tuff
Ceej keep it solid, he callin ya bluff
Still making hits since I dropped no remorse
Win thats must, turn you to dust
No baby girl, this ain no love
This shit is lust, shut up and take dick
Urus still parked in the front, Modded the truck
Know I ain basic
Ceej keep a tool in hands, just like a shed
Drac' in the basement
Lost a bad bitch I'm replacing, lost her again did the same shit
I make music that's feeding your soul
See the vision, I came wit a scope
If she bad I might fuck on her throat
Kiss her back, but I'm still gonna ghost
Pour a deuce, she gon pour up a fo
She addicted, she askin' for more
And she nasty she tryna record
Corleone get to stretching her core
Mixing the wok with the lemon & lime
Black berry sprite, sipping wit ice
Can't come around they be tellin me lies
Soon they gon die, droppin like flies
All kinda sticks, I'm gon keep me a fye
Tucked me a nine, in these Levi's
This a short clip, ima call it a vine
This the type shit get yo block redesigned

8 in the morning, I'm feenin for money
I drove to the bank, jus to count up again
She looking at me, I can tell that she horny
My bitches ain average they greater than ten
Seeing dead faces, it feel like they lurking
They my luh companion, I love Benjamin
Cut the chase, I ain't taking no breaks
l still work everyday, I ain't pushing no pen
See how they quick, jus to smile in your face
It's the game that they play, but i know it's they pretend
No time to play, only talk if it's pape
I jus love that blue face and I don't carry cash
Still keep a K, and I still gotta pray
So I won't have to spray, Imma send you to him
And I count up each day, I just stay out the way Im still locked in my lane, I don't need no new friends (yea)

Written by:
Ceej Corleone

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