COUNTING ON ME Lyrics

Too many family they counting on me

Too many brothers they counting on me

Too many sisters they counting on me

Too many mothers they counting on me

Too many kids they counting on me

Too many fans they counting on me

Too many bands they counting on me

Too many family they counting on me

Too many brothers they counting on me

Too many sisters they counting on me

Too many mothers they counting on me

Too many kids they counting on me

Too many fans they counting on me

Too many bands they counting on me

They doubting of course don't fuck with the lord

Get turnt to a corpse we aiming for Forbes

We been here before we build with decor

We shaking the floor we buss on your door

We aim for the core we go for the score

We taking some more we going for war

We going for gore be scared of the roar

We winning in four

I cant fuck with you bitches you phony

I came from sandwiches made with bologna

I do it my lonely

You bitches below me

You have a problem well bitch blow me

Im trynna take the world like tony

Like Odell Im needing my trophy

Got a bad bitch she be teasing like Chloe

Bitch Im from Texas Im trynna be Bowie

Too many family they counting on me

Too many brothers they counting on me

Too many sisters they counting on me

Too many mothers they counting on me

Too many kids they counting on me

Too many fans they counting on me

Too many bands they counting on me

Too many family they counting on me

Too many brothers they counting on me

Too many sisters they counting on me

Too many mothers they counting on me

Too many kids they counting on me

Too many fans they counting on me

Too many bands they counting on me

My money is doubling you cant even touch it

Dont even speak unless you come with a budget

I just be doing shit you cant even trust it

Fuck what you doing and fuck who you screwing

They only like me whenever I'm losing

They hate the fact that I'm moving

Now yo bitch in the mix and you know who she choosing

Fuck all of you bitches I'm reaching for riches

Told her reach for the stars and she reaching for my breaches

I came from the trenches but never seen benches

She fuck you so good you come too your senses

They either riding your wave or tipping your boat

So watch all of your folk and watch what they spoke

You can just hear it all in a joke

They feeling so froggy Im hearing the croak

Too many family they counting on me

Too many brothers they counting on me

Too many sisters they counting on me

Too many mothers they counting on me

Too many kids they counting on me

Too many fans they counting on me

Too many bands they counting on me

Too many family they counting on me

Too many brothers they counting on me

Too many sisters they counting on me

Too many mothers they counting on me

Too many kids they counting on me

Too many fans they counting on me

Too many bands they counting on me