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Payroll Giovanni

"Keep Count"

[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*ggas, I’m in my own lane
f*ck 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 n*ggas baggers
Rappers tryna prove that they trappers
Still sellin' O’s while we way up on the ladder
Down f*ckin' up my bladder, I don't listen to chatter
I listen to money counters, pushin' it to go faster
Been accepted the fact that n*ggas talk behind my back
But I respect that, 'cause they know face to face they gettin' smacked
sh*t, I don't give a f*ck about these n*ggas' existance
So you know I don’t give a f*ck about they opinion
You lil’ n*ggas minions, I'm a big dawg
They prayed on my pitfall, I know them n*ggas p*ssed off
Had to stay away from these phony ass n*ggas and stay strapped
Yes I ran through them yams, I got rocky ASAP (n*gga)

[Chorus]
I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce)
Sellin’ dimes, a n*gga 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 kid a n*gga rock cost a hundred plus
They want to put it to a stop when you comin' up
But f*ck that, go harder, make sure you f*ck 'em up
I'm a Doughboy Cashout rich n*gga (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 sh*t, n*gga
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 b*tch
Used to catch busses, now it's Rovers and sh*t
Buyin' chains off of overs from flips, that's what we been doin'
b*tches been chosin', keep count, these n*ggas been losin'

[Chorus]
I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce)
Sellin' dimes, a n*gga 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 sh*t
Gon' keep doin' this sh*t
Ain't sh*t stoppin'
Whips still droppin'
Heavy ice rockin'
Yeah, long live Roc
You know, mob sh*t

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