f*ckin’ Up the Count lyrics

[Intro]
Eight?
Damn, Sarah, look, close your eyes (Yeah)
You working a ground stash, 20 tall pinks
Never f*ckin' up the count
Two fiends come up to you and ask for two each
Another one cops three (Yeah) then Bodie hands you off 10 more
But some white guy rolls up in a car
Never f*ckin' up the count
Waves you down and pays for the eight
How many vials you got left? (15)
Yeah, yeah, this for my young n*ggas
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
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy n*gga
Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same n*gga
All I know is selling weed and water, dope and yay n*gga
Money on my mind, don't do the crime unless it pay n*gga
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' for Freddie, where, 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?"
[Hook]
b*tch I'm straight ballin', fifty thousand dollars in a n*gga couch
And never f*cking up the count
b*tch I'm straight ballin', 100 thousand dollars in my mama house
And never f*cking up the count
b*tch I'm straight ballin', tryna make a million 'fore they take me out
And never f*cking up the count
b*tch I'm straight ballin', fifty thousand dollars in a n*gga couch
And never f*cking up the count

[Interlude]
Huh, this look like money, motherf*cker?
Money be green, money, feel like money
That sh*t look green to you?
It got a dead f*cking president on it
n*gga I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 2]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy n*gga
Mama kick me out the house for servin' where she stay n*gga
Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J's, n*gga
f*ck this broke sh*t boy, went straight to robbing, what's the play n*gga?
Ran off with this n*gga, work is crucial when you burn a n*gga
He might want that back so b*tch you down to do a murder n*gga
Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a n*gga
n*gga want this work, I hope you down to do a murder, n*gga
Celly steady ringin' for Freddie, where 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
[Hook]
Said b*tch I'm straight ballin', fifty thousand dollars in a n*gga couch
And never f*cking up the count
b*tch I'm straight ballin', 100 thousand dollars in my mama house
And never f*cking up the count
b*tch I'm straight ballin', tryna make a million 'fore they take me out
And never f*cking up the count
b*tch I'm straight ballin', fifty thousand dollars in a n*gga couch
And never f*cking up the count

[Outro]
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 gon' take you