Testo Counting - Robb Bank$
Testo della canzone Counting (Robb Bank$), tratta dall'album Calendars
I'm happy
I think I might be happy
Yeah, we got one year then we dead, nigga
Two twins count my bread, nigga
Forty racks that I saved up on four-fours outside of your crib, nigga
Eight shots bust your head, nigga
Both neighbors found you, you gone, nigga
Bet you ain't know you could flip that whole half to an OZ
Now you lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
I got money I should be spendin'
Bonds I should be mendin'
Relationships or just relations
I got shoe box bread that you been savin'
I take that, one rack, two rack, better leave my face then
Tongue down your bitch, I bet she get high when she taste that
No Khalifa cliché, I keep her checks on freeze frame
I screen shoot it, it's easy
I send it if you wanna see it, man
I got hoes all on my dick 'cause I'm cheatin' like Joey Greco
I'm in a Volvo ridin' through SoHo
Me and that same bitch backseat of a four-door, uh
Four-fours and a four-door
Six goals, put four more
That's right, you little bitch, I want the whole roll
You ain't nothin' but pussy, I know so
I'm watchin' Ricky Lake, lookin' like James Bond
All my niggas in different watches but know we on the same time
She said I'll probably be gone by the time you read this
But I'm scrollin' through her old texts to find pics of cleavage
I remember it got deleted but in my head I can still see it
Got my head between her legs but just chill, I'm just gettin' a read
We got one year then we dead, nigga
Two twins count my bread, nigga
Forty racks that I saved up on four-fours outside of your crib, nigga
Eight shots bust your head, nigga
Neighbors found you, you gone, nigga
Bet you ain't know you could flip that whole half to an OZ
Now you lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
Now you lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
Now you lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
You ain't know, nigga
Yeah, you lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
You ain't know, nigga
Lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
But you ain't know, nigga
I'ma do shit how I wanna
She wanna sleep over, askin' for pajamas
But tonight I'ma sleep new
Now what she gon' do when I break that news? She a goner
Tell me 'bout your day before I go and cop this marijuana
Ice cubes in my drink, then I let her J.Lo my anaconda
Nigga, you A$AP Rocky? Shit, I'm A$AP Rock
Up in my old hood shootin' bow and arrows out my purple drop
I'll buy your whole estate when I please, pay off that lease
I quit smokin' for a year but I know a year mean a week
So cold, my mistress always tell a nigga to be gentle
Navy Supreme chinos closest I go to denim
Now am I cool since I'm rappin' 'bout my clothes and my women?
You niggas just don't get it, this how I'm livin', fuck flexin'
And I got your bitch believin' every little thing I'm textin'
So I can't shoot, I roll three and phase two
I'm who you can't go face to face to
Rhyme scraper, got an angel rollin' out Bible paper
And I'm countin' cards, countin' bitches
Been countin' your days from the beginning
Now count how many goons got your punk ass surrounded
While I'm thinkin' how I manage up in business and accountin'
You got belongings unaccounted for while I'm countin' my blessings
Same shit in my plot, only thing different is the settings
Yeah, we got one year then we dead, nigga
Two twins count my bread, nigga
Forty racks that I saved up on four-fours outside of your crib, nigga
Eight shots bust your head, nigga
Neighbors found you, you gone, nigga
Bet you ain't know you could flip that whole half to an OZ
Now you lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
Now you lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
Now you lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
You ain't know, nigga
Yeah, you lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
You ain't know, nigga
Lookin' like, "Oh, nigga"
But you ain't know, nigga
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Writer(s): Michael Volpe, Richard Burrell
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