I Lost Count Lyrics

Yeah, we get it jumpin', I got her bouncin

Smokin' on pressure, breakin down ounces

Count my own money, don't need a accountant

My thumbs get to thumbin, that's how I count it

I lost count, but I'm not startin' over

Had to get clean, had the dust off my shoulder

Hate bein' sober, son'in these niggas jit get in the stroller

Pull up, pull off, no pullin' over

Huh, what'd you say

This Hoe talkin' bout some Fashion Nova

Fuck that shit, Gave that hoe the cold shoulder

It's crunch time, yeah, granola

I'm high, I'm flyin', yeah, I'm all over

Don't ask me what I put in my soda

I got them meds, I'm sick, Ebola

Bad Latina, got me like hola

She wanna explore me, I called her Dora

Pour up until I threw up

Poppin' out, they ain't expect me to show up

Boom!, blow up

Yeah, I'm pickin' the score up

Huh, nah, I don't give no fuck

You ain't put in, nah, you can't get no cup

Kickin' it with these hoes, feel like Messi

Nice lil' bitch, but at night she get messy

Suckin' them titties, yeah, she bout to breastfeed

I'm lost, I'm gone, I'm smokin' the best weed

I got some bags that's comin' in next week

ABCD, jit do not test me

My brother be snipin', so we called him Wesley

I ain't no button, don't think you can press me

I-95, we doin' the jet speed

Glock on my side, yeah, that my bestie

Yeah, that's my best friend

Best keep it cool or I'll pull out the FN

Mr. Miyagi, I'm givin' out lessons

Don't do karate, you thought it was tekken

Hop in my lane, you gon' come to a dead end

Deep in the streets, you just got your leg in

My pockets eatin', it's goin' for seconds

Yeah, we get it jumpin', I got her bouncin

Smokin' on pressure, breakin down ounces

Count my own money, don't need a accountant

My thumbs get to thumbin, that's how I count it

I lost count, but I'm not startin' over

Had to get clean, had the dust off my shoulder

Hate bein' sober, son'in these niggas jit get in the stroller

Pull up, pull off, no pullin' over

Huh, what'd you say

This Hoe talkin' bout some Fashion Nova

Fuck that shit, Gave that hoe the cold shoulder

It's crunch time, yeah, granola

I'm high, I'm flyin', yeah, I'm all over

Don't ask me what I put in my soda

I got them meds, I'm sick, Ebola