Counting (March)

I think I might be happy [Hook] Yeah we got one year till we dead nigga Two twins count my bread nigga 40 racks that I saved up on 44's outside of your crib nigga Eight shots bust your head nigga Both neighbors found you, you gone nigga Bet you ain't know you could flip a whole half To a oz. now you looking like "O" nigga [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] I got money I should be spending Bonds I should be mending And relationships are just relations That shoebox bread that you been saving I take that One wrap 2 wrap Best believe I face that Tongue down your bitch I bet she get high when she taste that No Khalifa cliche I keep her texts on freeze frame I screen-shoot it It's easy I'll send it if you wanna see it mane I got hoes all on my dick Cuz I'm cheatin' like Joey Greco I'm in a Volvo Ridin through SoHo Me and that same bitch Backseat of a four door 4'4's in a four door Six golds with four more That's right lil bitch I want the whole row You ain't nothin' but pussy I know so I'm watching Ricki Lake Lookin like James Bond' All my niggas on different watches But know we on the same time She said 'I'll probably be gone by the time you read this" But I'm scrolling through her old texts To find pics of cleavage I remember it got deleted But in my head I can still see it Got my head between her legs But just chill I'm just gettin a retwist... [HOOK] [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] I'mma do shit how I wanna She gon' sleep over askin' for pajamas But tonight I'mma sleep nude Now what she gonna do when I break that news she a gone-er Tell me bout your day Before I go cop this marijuana Ice cubes in my drank Then I let her J.Lo my Anaconda Nigga you A$AP Rocky? Shit, I'm Aesop Rock- Up in my old hood Shootin' bow and arrows out my purple drop I'll buy your whole estate when I please Pay off the lease I quit smoking for a year But I know a year mean a week So cold, my mistress always tell a nigga to be gentle Navy Supreme chinos Closest I go to denim Now am I cool? Cuz I'm rappin bout my clothes and my women? You niggas just don't get it This how I'm livin' Fuck flexin' And I got yo bitch believing every little thing I'm texting So why can't you ? I roll 3 And face 2 I'm who you can't go face-to-face to Riding, Scraper, got an angel rollin' out bible paper [Verse 3: Robb Bank$] And I'm countin' cards, countin' bitches Been countin' yo days from the beginning Now count how many goons got yo punk ass surrounded While I'm thinkin' how I manage Up in business and accounting You got belongings unaccounted for While I'm counting my blessings Same shit in my plot Only thing different is the setting [Hook]