Count My Cheddar ft. Murda1 & Clippa Lyrics

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Poppin Ps to get my mind right

I'm just tryna see the limelight

Doin' better, I can get it right

Know it's workin', it's gon' be alright

Pray for better days and better nights

Riding around with the gang we gon be alright

Hop on the dick like a bad ass bunny

I'm on a mission to go for the money

Yeah, I'ma go for the cheese

Yeah, I just counted my cheddar

I'm on my game for the worst of the better

Rockin' this Vetements sweater

I done tried so many ways

But I can't get it right

Get it right

Get it right

Don't get left at the light

Cause that might be the end of your life

All black fit that's the way I disguise

Different shit, and I do otherwise

High as hell, and I'm touchin' the sky

Baby girl, don't ask me why

Different shit, and that be on my mind

Black and White fit and I feel like I'm mine

And that cash, it be on my mind

And that Vetements all on my body

Sipping wock I don't fuck with perscotti

In that box, man, I feel like I'm Roddy

Antisocial, I don't fuck nobody, No

And she wanna ride my body, She Do

Uh, uh, uh

Riding around bitch and I got me shotty

Niggas pulled up and laid down

Bout my money, I don't play around

Wanted shorty, but I seen her story

And I seen her fuckin' with the whole town

I been grindin' for money, lowkey

Want a shorty, been lookin' at her

I'ma need that

In the stu with my guys, Yeah we all going crazy

But watch how I come when the beat back

550s on feet

I know y'all niggas ain't messin' with me

I just been rappin' and stackin' my cheddar

My mind just been runnin', so I go to sleep

Yeah, she came to my crib, cause she wanna see me

Yeah, she comin' back later, don't worry to week

Love my music, I'm hopin' these niggas hear me

Only think about winning, I can't see defeat

Y'all can't

Fuck, fuck, fuck

With me

Been goin stupid, I feel this my time

Yeah I can't let it up, so I'm all on my grind

Do this shit doloey, not helpin' with rhymes

Have her makin my bed every time

And y'all niggas don't know, cause it's none of y'all business

I'm keepin' it P

Cause she fine

Life too real, but I'm feelin' y'all knowin' the deal

I been feelin' the beat in my soul

But I'm hopin' y'all feelin' my real-life skills

Gotta know girls, only wanting the thrill

Promise you they don't care if you real

So you gotta be focused, cause niggas be bogus

They only gon' stay in the field

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