Ab Dollaz - Count It

I count it and flip it then stack it up
Got a bitch that's gone ride
Blowing smoke to the sky
Put my foot on the gas no letting up
Clutch two 45s Like a hit man
Don't need your help or assistance
Turned your back on me won't forget this
And I still got niggas on my Hitlist

Got the beat playing
And I wonder How to attack this
It's 2 ways nigga either life of a casket
Box like creed but I creep like assassins
Grind like this can't be no has been
Tatted up wear my pain in the ink
Remember those days washed clothes in the sink
As I ride down Lyons see the fiends on the street
Tryna heal my soul but the pain never cease
It's me God and I'm asking for favor
Need 3 for 4 Trillion only thing gone save us
Dreams came true told moms not labor
Imma stack that bread when I touch that paper

I Count it and flip it then stack it up
Got a bitch that's gone ride
Blowing smoke to the sky
Put my foot on the gas no letting up
Clutch two 45s Like a hit man
Don't need your help or assistance
Turned your back on me won't forget this
And I still got niggas on my hitlist

No fading me I'm the number one nigga
That They paid to see
And a nigga better watch what he say to me
Know my niggas play the lane
So I'm gone assist them
Now these niggas think they God
Cause they packing pistols
Wipe my tears with this money
I don't need a tissue
But a nigga never healed
From the things he been through

Like
I'm better than ever
I don't rap about the packs
We could sell it together
We could break it down and flip it
Time to learn about the business
Use to dream about rapping
Now a nigga really live it

Like
You know talk is cheap
Hit it one good time
Now she stalking me
Rap game in the bag it ain't hard to see
Told depression get to the stepping
Music healing for me
At my worst I talked to god
I mean just pray and you'll see
I could tell you who you are
But you won't listen to me
I been peeping I been flying
I been eating with the lions
I'm not possessive or obsessive
I just want what I want
Under pressure he confession
He was done from the jump

I Count it and flip it then stack it up
Got a bitch that's gone ride
Blowing smoke to the sky
Put my foot on the gas no letting up
Clutch two 45s Like a hit man
Don't need your help or assistance
Turned your back on me won't forget this
And I still got niggas on my hitlist

Written by:
Abdul Nashid

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