Count Me Out lyrics

[Intro]
(y2, is that you?)
(Haha, I miss you, Bryce)

[Pre-Chorus]
Question your intentions, I wonder who else get it
I stepped out my box to show 'em I'm not scared
I gotta talk to my mama and show her I'm still here
'Cause I'm working, and this game, it get dirty
And I just dropped like thirty (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
And I just ball like Curry
I'm like f*ck that, I'm not worried
I'm not worried 'bout y'all
I just stick to the script, n*gga, I'm a money maker, I'ma feed all my dawgs (b*tch)
I done spent a couple hundred bills, I been goin' crazy, I just need to slow down (Skrrt)
n*ggas pointing fingers, where the f*ck was you when I needed you to hold that sh*t down?
n*ggas knew I was gon' be the one, you sh*tted on me, n*gga, look at me now
I just copped some new Saint Laurent jeans, man, she tell me she lovin' my style
I just went hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands on 'em, so ain't no more countin' me out

[Verse]
How you wanna try the f*cking G.O.A.T.? (f*cking G.O.A.T.)
Don't care what they say, them n*ggas broke (That's a joke)
Ooh, that boy on fire like holy smokes (Smokes, skrrt)
f*ck what you talkin' 'bout, you talkin' jokes (Yeah)
They see me up (Let's go)
I'm on DND, yeah (Let's go)
Man, I been on cloud nine
Then I fell to cloud seven (Let's go)
Then I fell to cloud five (Let's go)
Then I woke up on earth, thankin' God that a n*gga still alive
In position to make somethin' move and get my people a piece of the pot
How the f*ck? How the n*gga just lose and let all that sh*t pass me by? (Let's go)
Oh, I'm takin' advantage of that (Yeah)
Oh no, you might not see it just yet (Yeah)
But I promise, I want my respect, oh
Oh, you know I'm comin' for that (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Question your intentions, I wonder who else get it
I stepped out my box to show 'em I'm not scared (Yeah)
I gotta talk to my mama and show her I'm still here
'Cause I'm working, and this game, it get dirty
And I just dropped like thirty (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
And I just ball like Curry
I'm like f*ck that, I'm not worried
I'm not worried 'bout y'all
I just stick to the script, n*gga, I'm a money maker, I'ma feed all my dawgs
I done spent a couple hundred bills, I been goin' crazy, I just need to slow down
n*ggas pointing fingers, where the f*ck was you when I needed you to hold that sh*t down?
n*ggas knew I was gon' be the one, you sh*tted on me, n*gga, look at me now
I just copped some new Saint Laurent jeans, man, she tell me she lovin' my style
I just went hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands on 'em, so ain't no more countin' me out