| Fucking up the count
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| Fucking up the count
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| My momma gon' wild out
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| She catch me trapping out her house
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| But now I’m fucking up the count
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| Fucking up the count
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| Started with an ounce
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| Now we got dough in large amounts
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| But now I’m fucking up the count
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| Fucking up the count
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| My momma gon' wild out
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| She catch me trapping out her house
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| But now I’m fucking up the count
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| Fucking up the count
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| Started with an ounce
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| Now we got dough in large amounts
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| Outchea' tryna' get it bitch, my momma getting old
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| Way before I went to school I learned to work the stove
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| By the time I turned sixteen my whip game was cold
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| Counting fifty thousand then Tony with them zones
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| Trapping out the house, fucking on these hoes
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| They love to run their mouth, you gotta' stay away from those
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| Watch out for them niggas hating, calling you they bro
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| Plotting on your dough, on the low them niggas foes
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| I’m fucking up the, fucking up the, fucking up the count
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| Bitch I’m a hustler niggas rarely see me drought
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| Bricks in the attic, Ks in the couch
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| All we talk is money so they know what we about
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| If they coming for me then we chopping niggas out
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| Getting over on me that’s some shit I highly doubt
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| Pulling off the lot in some shit I can’t pronounce
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| You niggas call it flexing I’m just fucking up the count
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| Fucking up the count
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| Fucking up the count
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| My momma gon' wild out
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| She catch me trapping out her house
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| But now I’m fucking up the count
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| Fucking up the count
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| Started with an ounce
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| Now we got dough in large amounts
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| But now I’m fucking up the count
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| Fucking up the count
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| My momma gon' wild out
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| She catch me trapping out her house
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| But now I’m fucking up the count
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| Fucking up the count
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| Started with an ounce
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| Now we got dough in large amounts |