[Intro]
Who could keep count?
Who could keep count?
Who could keep count?
Who could keep count?

[Verse 1]
I don't compete with no n***as, 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 (Yeah)
You took your money from rap and bought a whole thang
You n***as backwards
Rappers tryna prove that they trappers
Still sellin' O’s, but we way up on the ladder
Done fuckin' up my bladder, I don't listen to chatter
I listen to money counters, wishin' it'd go faster
Been accepted the fact that n***as 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 n***as’ existence
So you know I don’t give a fuck about they opinion
You lil' n***as minions, I’m a big dog
They prayed on my pitfall, I know them n***as pissed off
I just stay away from these phony-ass n***as and stay strapped
Once I ran through them yams, I got rocky ASAP (N***a)

[Chorus]
I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce)
Sellin' dimes, a n***a 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?
[Verse 2]
I used to sell ten rocks to get a hundred bucks
Now the kit a n***a 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 n***a (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, n***a
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 n***as been losin'

[Chorus]
I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce)
Sellin' dimes, a n***a 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?)
[Outro]
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