They wanna know how he gettin dough
They counted ‘em out
And them fake friends they turn to foes
They counted ‘em out
Now my bank account got alotta O’s
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out


We made it to the top
Them haters thought that we would stop
They still broke in they hood, while we chillin on ‘em yachts
Rollie prezie like barack, foreigns parked up in the lot
VVS’s in the jewels and they got blue dots like
Yeah they gossiping a lot but they never on the scene
If we pull up on they block they’ll call the cops to intervene
Spend twelve hundred on my jeans, ain’t no shuttin down my dreams
Yeah i took a hiatus but now we lit no kerosene
Posted on the mezzanine, we grind to get the green
If we ever take a loss we bouncing back like trampolines
And we global on the scene, homie what these haters telling me?
I’m one of the best to be, couldn’t count me out with a referee


They wanna know how he gettin dough
They counted ‘em out
And them fake friends they turn to foes
They counted ‘em out
Now my bank account got alotta O’s
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out


They wanna know how he gettin dough
They counted ‘em out
And them fake friends they turn to foes
They counted ‘em out
Now my bank account got alotta O’s
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out


They tried to count me out (uh huh)
I’m trying to count up a hundred a day (a hunnit), I put a hundred in the k (a hunnit)
I’m rich but still be thuggin through the K
Thot bitch she wanna fuck for the fame
Reach for my shit and we bustin his brain (c’mon)
She eatin dick and I don’t know her name (uh uh), I just call her a neck then I pass her to gang
I’m in this gat with a glock and the drac, I’m on stage with the mic and the glock
I’m at the room with his hoe getting top, put trip on a opp cus I’m having a lot (uh huh)
Bank account got O’s, play with that money we wipin his nose
We make ‘em freeze like he strikin a pose, I went industry but I stay with a pole (brrrraattt)


They wanna know how he gettin dough
They counted ‘em out
And them fake friends they turn to foes
They counted ‘em out
Now my bank account got alotta O’s
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out


They wanna know how he gettin dough
They counted ‘em out
And them fake friends they turn to foes
They counted ‘em out
Now my bank account got alotta O’s
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out


They didn’t think that I would make it
Thought they was homies they was fakin
Found out they wasn’t real, they actors like Kevin Bacon
And they phonies they was flakin, now my rollie diamonds flakin
Yea we started from the bottom but I’m destined for greatness
And they mad cus they nameless, while we on the grind daily
Locomotive on these tracks, no these haters can’t derail me
And there ain’t no need to bail me, cus my hitters never fail me
Tried to crucify my name but Judas couldn’t nail me
Now these clowns can’t even trail me, yeah we foreign where the whales be
Fresh steak we eating daily, lobster tail lookin scaly
And you know we ballin daily, while the crown is on me
Middle finger to the haters, and those who doubted on me


They wanna know how he gettin dough
They counted ‘em out
And them fake friends they turn to foes
They counted ‘em out
Now my bank account got alotta O’s
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out


They wanna know how he gettin dough
They counted ‘em out
And them fake friends they turn to foes
They counted ‘em out
Now my bank account got alotta O’s
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out
They counted ‘em out