Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep Count , by - Payroll Giovanni. Release date: 29.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep Count |
| Who could keep count? |
| Who could keep count? |
| Who could keep count? |
| Who could keep count? |
| I don’t compete with no niggas, I’m in my own lane |
| Fuck fame, I’d rather be rich with no name |
| I climbed into this rap from out the dope game |
| You took your money from rap and bought a whole thang |
| You niggas baggers |
| Rappers tryna prove that they trappers |
| Still sellin' O’s while we way up on the ladder |
| Down fuckin' up my bladder, I don’t listen to chatter |
| I listen to money counters, pushin' it to go faster |
| Been accepted the fact that niggas talk behind my back |
| But I respect that, 'cause they know face to face they gettin' smacked |
| Shit, I don’t give a fuck about these niggas' existance |
| So you know I don’t give a fuck about they opinion |
| You lil' niggas minions, I’m a big dawg |
| They prayed on my pitfall, I know them niggas pissed off |
| Had to stay away from these phony ass niggas and stay strapped |
| Yes I ran through them yams, I got rocky ASAP (Nigga) |
| I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce) |
| Sellin' dimes, a nigga had to keep count (Keep count) |
| Now I jump in coupes, then we out (Gone) |
| A couple chains on, but who could keep count? |
| (Add it up) |
| Who could keep count? |
| (How many coupes I done cruised) |
| Man, who could keep count? |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Who could keep count? |
| (How many bags I done moved) |
| Man, who could keep count? |
| I used to sell ten rocks to get a hundred bucks |
| Now the kid a nigga rock cost a hundred plus |
| They want to put it to a stop when you comin' up |
| But fuck that, go harder, make sure you fuck 'em up |
| I’m a Doughboy Cashout rich nigga (Doughboy) |
| Ex-drug dealer, laughin' in a chinchilla (Hah) |
| You tryna get what I got, I’m tryna get richer (Yup) |
| 'Cause believe it or not, this ain’t shit, nigga |
| I probably bought it with crumbs, we been ballin' on bums |
| Cop a whip just for fun to push it all through the slums |
| I see you hatin' and frontin', we money makin' and stuffin' |
| Shoeboxes one hundred, been doin' this since a youngin' |
| I put ice over the wrist, money over a bitch |
| Used to catch busses, now it’s Rovers and shit |
| Buyin' chains off of overs from flips, that’s what we been doin' |
| Bitches been chosin', keep count, these niggas been losin' |
| I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce) |
| Sellin' dimes, a nigga had to keep count (Keep count) |
| Now I jump in coupes, then we out (Gone) |
| A couple chains on, but who could keep count? |
| (Add it up) |
| Who could keep count? |
| (Every win, every loss) |
| Man, who could keep count? |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Who could keep count? |
| (How many Rollies I done bought) |
| Man, who could keep count? |
| (Who?) |
| Doughboyz Cashout |
| We still doin' this shit |
| Gon' keep doin' this shit |
| Ain’t shit stoppin' |
| Whips still droppin' |
| Heavy ice rockin' |
| Yeah, long live Roc |
| You know, mob shit |