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Freddie Gibbs - Fuckin' Up The Count Lyrics

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Freddie Gibbs - Fuckin' Up The Count Lyrics
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Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga
Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same nigga
All I know is selling weed and water, dope and yay nigga
Money on my mind, don't do the crime unless it pay nigga
New 650 Bimmer coupe, I'm f*cking in a foreign car
Got diamonds in my Rollie face I'm 'bout to cop a Audemar
Top down on a bitch when I ride by, I feel like f*ck the law
Got diamonds in my Rollie face I'm 'bout to cop an Audemar
My celly steady ringin'
Freddie where your bills at
Teacher told me go get a job, I said where the scale at?
Told my Cali plug wrap the package up, we can mail that
Teacher told me go get a job, I said where the scale at?

Bitch, I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch, I'm straight balling
Tryna make a million before they take me out
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
And never f*cking up the count

This look like money, motherf*cker
Money be green
Money feel like money
That shit look green to you?
Got a dead f*cking president on it
I don't give a f*ck

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga
Momma kick me out the house for servin' where she stay nigga
Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J's, nigga
F*ck this broke shit boy
Went straight to robbing, what's the play nigga
Ran off with this nigga
Work is crucial when you burn a nigga
He might want that back so bet you down to do a murder nigga
Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a nigga
Nigga hope this work
I hope you down to do a murder, nigga
Celly steady ringin' for Freddie but where the things at?
Drove a half a ton, dropped it off and I took a plane back
Gangsta shit in my DNA, I just can't explain that
Even if I die tell my enemies I remain that

Said bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Tryna make a million before they take me out
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
And never f*cking up the count

You follow drugs
You get drug addicts and the drug dealers
But you start to follow the money and you don't know where the f*ck it's gonna take you
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Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga
Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same nigga
All I know is selling weed and water, dope and yay nigga
Money on my mind, don't do the crime unless it pay nigga
New 650 Bimmer coupe, I'm f*cking in a foreign car
Got diamonds in my Rollie face I'm 'bout to cop a Audemar
Top down on a bitch when I ride by, I feel like f*ck the law
Got diamonds in my Rollie face I'm 'bout to cop an Audemar
My celly steady ringin'
Freddie where your bills at
Teacher told me go get a job, I said where the scale at?
Told my Cali plug wrap the package up, we can mail that
Teacher told me go get a job, I said where the scale at?

Bitch, I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch, I'm straight balling
Tryna make a million before they take me out
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
And never f*cking up the count

This look like money, motherf*cker
Money be green
Money feel like money
That shit look green to you?
Got a dead f*cking president on it
I don't give a f*ck

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga
Momma kick me out the house for servin' where she stay nigga
Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J's, nigga
F*ck this broke shit boy
Went straight to robbing, what's the play nigga
Ran off with this nigga
Work is crucial when you burn a nigga
He might want that back so bet you down to do a murder nigga
Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a nigga
Nigga hope this work
I hope you down to do a murder, nigga
Celly steady ringin' for Freddie but where the things at?
Drove a half a ton, dropped it off and I took a plane back
Gangsta shit in my DNA, I just can't explain that
Even if I die tell my enemies I remain that

Said bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Tryna make a million before they take me out
And never f*cking up the count
Bitch I'm straight balling
Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
And never f*cking up the count

You follow drugs
You get drug addicts and the drug dealers
But you start to follow the money and you don't know where the f*ck it's gonna take you
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Writer: ADAM KING FEENEY, FREDDIE GIBBS, MATTHEW SAMUELS, SIDNEY MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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