Keep Count

Lyrics

[Intro] Who could keep count? Who could keep count? Who could keep count? Who could keep count? [Verse 1] I don't compete with no niggas, I'm in my own lane Fuck fame, I'd rather be rich with no name I climbed into this rap from out the dope game (Yeah) You took your money from rap and bought a whole thang You niggas backwards Rappers tryna prove that they trappers Still sellin' O's, but we way up on the ladder Done fuckin' up my bladder, I don't listen to chatter I listen to money counters, wishin' it'd go faster Been accepted the fact that niggas talk behind my back But I respect that, 'cause they know face-to-face, they gettin' smacked Shit, I don't give a fuck about these niggas' existence So you know I don't give a fuck about they opinion You lil' niggas minions, I'm a big dog They prayed on my pitfall, I know them niggas pissed off I just stay away from these phony-ass niggas and stay strapped Once I ran through them yams, I got rocky ASAP (Nigga) [Chorus] I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce) Sellin' dimes, a nigga had to keep count (Keep count) Now I jump in coupes, then we out (Gone) A couple chains on, but who could keep count? (Add it up) Who could keep count? (How many coupes I done cruised) Man, who could keep count? (Yeah, yeah) Who could keep count? (How many bags I done moved) Man, who could keep count? [Verse 2] I used to sell ten rocks to get a hundred bucks Now the kit a nigga rock cost a hundred-plus They want to put it to a stop when you comin' up But fuck that, go harder, make sure you fuck 'em up I'm a Doughboy Cashout rich nigga (Doughboy) Ex-drug dealer, laughin' in a chinchilla (Hah) You tryna get what I got, I'm tryna get richer (Yup) 'Cause believe it or not, this ain't shit, nigga I probably bought it with crumbs, we been ballin' on bums Cop a whip just for fun to push it all through the slums I see you hatin' and frontin', we money makin' and stuffin' Shoeboxes one hundred, been doin' this since a youngin' I put ice over the wrist, money over a bitch Used to catch busses, now it's Rovers and shit Buyin' chains off of overs from flips, that's what we been doin' Bitches been chosin', keep count, these niggas been losin' [Chorus] I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce) Sellin' dimes, a nigga had to keep count (Keep count) Now I jump in coupes, then we out (Gone) A couple chains on, but who could keep count? (Add it up) Who could keep count? (Every win, every loss) Man, who could keep count? (Yeah, yeah) Who could keep count? (How many Rollies I done bought) Man, who could keep count? (Who?) [Outro] Doughboyz Cashout We still doin' this shit Gon' keep doin' this shit Ain't shit stoppin' Whips still droppin' Heavy ice rockin' Yeah, long live Roc You know, mob shit