[Chorus]
The same ones you counting out
Be them niggas you gotta count on
I just sit back and popped me a seal and poured the shit in up
The styrofoam
I got nothing for you, now I'm dead wrong
I sat it and I count it and I ran it up
Don't fuck with niggas that don't fuck with us
I got racks on me, you ain't gotta trust
And they fucked up when I lucked up
Me and Mally Corleone, we get the bands, drop it off in the Brinks truck
We putting it down, we putting it down
We serving your city and serving your town
I'm making love and it's downtown
Yeah, we're going up and we ain't coming down
Yeah, we're going up and we ain't coming down
I fell in love with the country town
So I'm trying to come in, lock it down
We got whatever you want
Pints, pills, and the fucking pounds
[Verse 1]
Stack it up and then spend all of the profit
When it comes to this, yeah, you know that we got it
Wake up in the morning, direct deposit
Wake up in the morning, direct deposit
All these hundreds, they can't fit in my wallet
I fucked her friends and I didn't tell her sorry
No, I fucked her friends and I didn't tell her sorry
They say, "Hendrix, you a dirty nigga"
I do whatever just to get richer
Niggas don't see the big picture
I want all the bread just like a pigeon
Wake up in the morning, complete the mission
Cartier's got me with tunnel vision
Switched gears on these niggas
They ain't my competition, Hendrix
[Chorus]
The same ones you counting out
Be them niggas you gotta count on
I just sit back and popped me a seal and poured the shit in up
The styrofoam
I got nothing for you, now I'm dead wrong
I sat it and I count it and I ran it up
Don't fuck with niggas that don't fuck with us
I got racks on me, you ain't gotta trust
And they fucked up when I lucked up
Me and Mally Corleone, we get the bands, drop it off in the Brinks truck
We putting it down, we putting it down
We serving your city and serving your town
I'm making love and it's downtown
Yeah, we're going up and we ain't coming down
Yeah, we're going up and we ain't coming down
I fell in love with the country town
So I'm trying to come in, lock it down
We got whatever you want
Pints, pills, and the fucking pounds
[Verse 2]
I decided that niggas, these niggas fakie
They don't want XVL to make it
XtraVagant nigga, I'm far from basic
Look at me, yeah, I'm dressed in the latest
Grind harder and I gotta play smarter
One slip, nigga, that shit'll cost you
I ain't lying, one slip, nigga, that shit'll cost you
Young niggas, yeah, we turn into bosses
I swear to God, we ain't taking no losses
Water on me, nigga, just like a faucet
Different sinks, nigga, look at my closet
I swear to God, all my ice on my crosses
Bad bitch, man, that hoe is so flawless
I'm sipping lean and I'm taking Percs
Man, that nigga started feeling nauseous
[Chorus]
The same ones you counting out
Be them niggas you gotta count on
I just sit back and popped me a seal and poured the shit in up
The styrofoam
I got nothing for you, now I'm dead wrong
I sat it and I count it and I ran it up
Don't fuck with niggas that don't fuck with us
I got racks on me, you ain't gotta trust
And they fucked up when I lucked up
Me and Mally Corleone, we get the bands, drop it off in the Brinks truck
We putting it down, we putting it down
We serving your city and serving your town
I'm making love and it's downtown
Yeah, we're going up and we ain't coming down
Yeah, we're going up and we ain't coming down
I fell in love with the country town
So I'm trying to come in, lock it down
We got whatever you want
Pints, pills, and the fucking pounds
[Outro]
Swear to God
