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Joey Trap

Counting

 

Counting


Traphouse Mob
Luca on the track
Ayy, Nxrre
Ah

Nigga, I'm counting these bands, you niggas ain't counting up shit (Bands, bands)
You was just doubting the man, now you see me and I'm rich (Aw man)
She give me top with no hands, I told the bitch do a split (Dance, dance)
I walk around with a fan, no, I don't need no assist
What do you not understand? I won't leave my crib 'less I got a stick (Uh)
We got this shit out the sand, if you fuck the plans up, you getting hit
I'm always counting these bands, these blue rubber bands, you though I was Crip
I told her I do not bang, but she can get banged, so I make her strip (Strip)

I was missing, I got a new red dot (Got 'em)
You acting bulletproof, nigga, like you cannot get shot (Rob 'em)
Nigga gon' talk up a storm then he meet my dead opps (Bye, bye)
Treat 'em like my new releases, nigga, you get dropped
Erase me
Go to my haters and face me
I was with Mary and Stacy
She off of Mary, she spacey
That's not my Mary, it's basic
Everyday we on the same shit
We get money, the money we came with
If you snitching, then you get the face lift
I had a bankroll at 19, I was counting
You never been on no payroll
You don't get bread, you ain't 'bout it (Uh)
So stop acting like you 'bout it
Pull up, we bringing the chops out
You get knocked out if you doubting

Nigga, I'm counting these bands, you niggas ain't counting up shit (Bands, bands)
You was just doubting the man, now you see me and I'm rich (Aw man)
She give me top with no hands, I told the bitch do a split (Dance, dance)
I walk around with a fan, no, I don't need no assist
What do you not understand? I won't leave my crib 'less I got a stick (Uh)
We got this shit out the sand, if you fuck the plans up, you getting hit
I'm always counting these bands, these blue rubber bands, you though I was Crip
I told her I do not bang, but she can get banged, so I make her strip (Strip)

I make her strip
I told her I do not bang, but she can get banged, so I make her strip
I told her you cannot stay, she want a big B, so I call a Lyft

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