Count it Lyrics

Big lyte on it, big lyte on it, big lyte on it

I count every blessing, I count every dollar I call you my G, most definitely my brother

Buildin' a team that can be rich forever Stepped in the scene, before I even knew my lover

Where you from? Doesn't even matter

Get on the grind, family built like we the Carters

Part of the clan, pull up for you whenever

Don't care if it's far family ties forever

Since young boys in the track, givin' hits from back to back

This team theres not match, indeed its ride or die

A fiend so blood , I cry, everything is yours and mine

We proud our flag we fly, that's an opp ,we slide and crash crash

I'm proud we came this far, the bars , cigar

In the streets we buy our pride, belaires cigars

You my G is blood for life, these benz ,these cars

If an opp come cross your path, we crash ,we gas

Started off at sixteen, now the boys turn into men

Saw us up on the TV, now these hoes are tryin' to blend

Now they see things so peachy, these hoes are tryin' to mend

Soul so white like the Nike sole , no need for you to cleanse jigga

I count every blessing, I count every dollar

I call you my G, most definitely my brother

Buildin' a team that can be rich forever

Stepped in the scene fore even knew my lover

Where you from, doesn't even matter

Get on the ground, fam built like we the carters

Part of the clan, pull up for you whenever

Don't care , family ties forever

I count every blessing, I count every dollar

I call you my G, most definitely my brother

Buildin' a team that can be rich forever

Stepped in the scene fore I even know my lover

Where you from, doesn't even matter

Get on the grind , fam built like we the Carters

Part of the clan, pull up for you whenever

Don't care if it's far family ties forever

Ace of spade on the table, doin' this with no label

In the studio, I'm able, never sober, never stable

I'm the plug, not the cable, can't keep up in the stables

In the war, we on the front lines, suffer a lot, but we don't cry

Bottles and models these niggas in trouble, we tried to save you, but no

Your jiggas ain't family, you just want a remedy, savage melody for sure

Of course your jiggas are greedy, better you know that I mean it

Sake of I got the girls peepin', bottles start comin' you peepin

Mix it up and start leanin', get a rag-and start cleanin

You girl girl in my zone, forget your calls she ain't comin' home

She in here breakin' her bones, she gave the word that she alone

She got a job offer to blow

We got the bottles and models, she blow it up, see the bubbles

She suck it up, so it's thoughtful that we in the right state of the mind

We in the right state of the mind, Oh lord and we fine