CYRUSON - Makin' It Count Lyrics

I don't do crowds unless I'm on stage a milli' a bullet I'm makin' it count
How many yo dogs go barking to bodies I'm leavin' a tip for makin' em count
It ain't yo birthday, and you ain't my main bitch, I whip out the pocket change makin' her count
She doesn't get me, so she'll never have me I'm one in her dreams and that's the amount, ho
I don't do crowds unless on I'm on stage a milli a bullet I'm makin' it bounce
You bitches get murdered, you trip on yo laces just tryna find your little cop out
Thrown in asylum by own hand, guess they're a little too dumb to be talked out
You standin' a chance? a little white lie required to stop you from freakin' out;
Get you to stay still; shoot like a bot call me Dam Lil
Rest is all wild, but light in my eyes still tranquil; I'm sorry you got stomped in the paint, lil'
One for the fans who stand on my right side, my chain hangin' next to her bite line
One for the people, adjustin' my stance as I stand for the culture and bloodline
I don't do crowds unless I'm on tour a billi a bullet, I'm makin' it count
How many yo cars go valet to missing I toss em a bus pass fo' leavin' 'em out
It ain't yo birthday, and you ain't my main bitch, I whip out the pocket change makin' her count
She doesn't get me, so she'll never have me I'm one in her dreams and that's the amount, woah
Wait a bit, hold' up,
Hoes got their hair down and feet up
Baby girl snug with a bottle last time I checked that shit was tequila
She said she feel me, I feel her,
She think we have a connection
She wanna live in the house, and play the first lady I won the election
Bitch, it's not that deep, on me don't sleep; vanish my enemy, Houdini's sleeve
A milli a bullet I'm clappin' it harder than strippers on steroids; a pistol that's packed with a
Truth they avoid like the plague, s'why I show up in all black with the Maybach to match,
F*cker, drippin' in suede; everything foreign including myself, Korean made
Talented, lucky, and handsome; straight to the top, I fly by right past 'em
They can be haters, but really they're powerless, huh; why don't we all go and ask 'em
Prime time plus example; you may think your free time is ample
Shit was a wrap when I picked up the mic so just save yourself 'fore you get trampled, bitch
I don't do crowds unless I'm on stage a milli' a bullet I'm makin' it count
How many yo dogs go barking to bodies I'm leavin' a tip for makin' em count
It ain't yo birthday, and you ain't my main bitch, I whip out the pocket change makin' her count
She doesn't get me, so she'll never have me I'm one in her dreams and that's the amount, ho