Come N Count It

Lyrics

[Intro] (Rell On The Track) Who invented the mafia? What? La Cosanostra, who invented that? Who cares? Are you in the mafia? Am I in the what? Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up It's a stereotype and it's offensive And you're the last person I would want to perpetuate it [Verse 1: Rich Ro] You ain't on the road, nigga, stop it Applyin' pressure with the bag, thеy wanna knock me All these bitchеs feel a way, they surround me Man, her pussy wet, I think I'm drownin' I done beat her back in, you know I pound it Mama had me at the crib, she was hounding I done slipped up with a sack, I was grounded Diamonds so water, tuh, where the fountain? (Huh?) Move my OG out the hood, where the mountains? Only fuck with Bloods, bitch, we call it counseling Me and Beno up some shit, need a counter [Verse 2: Beno] Weigh it up, tip it on the scale, then I'm lounging Baby, we just got the bag in, come and count it Dog had put it in the air so I could pound it Just stop and cool it with all that lyin' shit Just hit the brick and get out of it You want a zip of girl or you want a half a split? Try to move a bag in my hood, I need ten percent That 'caine, you eat good, but that food, it'll get you rich I started havin', I got hoes, never no tens I came up off that food, was never no BIN Told her work third person, I ain't handin' no hand They still hang around that nigga, that nigga went fed Bitch, in high school, mama started givin' me meds They come in by the ninety or give me one-ten Can you drop it down the way? Can you give me a hand? It only take several hours, I'll give you a band [Verse 3: Ace Cino] Smack pulled up in the Bentley, I'm flexin' the Lam' Five hours straight, no stop, I took me a Xan' Seen the extras soon as I took me a gram Million-dollar bribs, I'm lookin' ahead When I make my first mil', I'm lookin' for land If the work ever came short, I'm whippin' again TC back on that bullshit, he Brippin' again Just knocked off an eight of Wock', I'm sippin' again It's over for that quarantine shit, we livin' again Boolin' out in Bally, find a plug who sendin' 'em in I'm the voice of the streets, I'm just fillin' 'em in Goonie got Chi Chi on the beat, damn near did it again (Are you in the mafia?) Naw, the mafia are us R.I.P. Floyd, fuck 12, they can't stop us They tried to kick me when I was down 'til I got up Fuck the gym, with these 7.62s, I get shots up Still on the block, they can't block us If you been with me from the start, I got us They gon' pay me what I want, my stocks up They ain't fuckin' with you clowns, y'all not us [Outro: Rich Ro, Beno & Ace Cino] You ain't on the road, nigga, stop it Applyin' pressure with the bag, they wanna knock me Baby, we just got the bag in, come and count it Goonie got Chi Chi on the beat, damn near did it again (I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up)