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Freddie Gibbs - Fuckin' up the Count

Fuckin' up the Count
Freddie Gibbs
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[Intro (Skit):]
-"You work in a ground stash. 20 tall pinks. Two fiends come up to you and ask for two each. Another one cops three. Then Bodie hands you off 10 more, but some white guy rolls up in a car, waves you down and pays for eight. How many vials you got left?"
-"15"
-"How the fuck you able to keep the count right when you're not able to do the book problem man?"
-"“Count be wrong, they'll fuck you up.”

[Verse 1:]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga,
Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same nigga.
All I know is selling weed and water, dope and yay, nigga,
Money on my mind, don't do the crime unless it pay, nigga.
New 650 Bimmer coupe, I'm fucking in a foreign car,
Got diamonds in my rollie face, I'm bout to cop a Audemar,
Top down on a bitch when I ride by I feel like fuck the law,
Got diamonds in my rollie face, I'm bout to cop an Audemar.
My celly steady ringin' for: "Freddie, 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:]
Bitch, I'm straight balling,
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch,
And never fucking up the count.
Bitch, I'm straight balling,
Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house,
And never fucking up the count.
Bitch, I'm straight balling,
Tryna make a million before they take me out,
And never fucking up the count.
Bitch I'm straight balling,
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch,
And never fucking up the count.

[Bridge:]
- This look like money, motherfucker?
Money be green!
Money feel like money!
That shit look green to you?
- Got a dead fucking president on it!
- I don't give a fuck.

[Verse 2:]
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga,
Momma kick me out the house for servin' where she stay, nigga,
Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J's, nigga,
Fuck this broke shit, boy,
Went straight to robbing, what's the play, nigga?
Ran off with this nigga,
Work is crucial when you burn a nigga,
He might want that back so bet you down to do a murder nigga.
Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a nigga,
Nigga want this work,
I hope you down to do a murder, nigga.
Celly steady ringin' for: "Freddie, where the things at?",
Drove a half a ton, dropped it off and I took a plane back.
Gangsta shit in my DNA, I just can't explain that,
Even if I die tell my enemies I remain that.

[Hook:]
Said bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
And never fucking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house
And never fucking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Tryna make a million before they take me out
And never fucking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
And never fucking 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 fuck it's gonna take you.

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