If I ain’t out den I’m counting Ps on the block I be counting fiends your taking The piss I’m taking a trip hella man run I ain’t counting feet Got shot in the leg we ain’t counting kneees told bro he can count on me bread came short Cah I’m counting fees ain’t took course in accountancy My jobs jus money n numbers surrounded by guns n hustlers they think it’s sweet like cake n custard bro too bait shit sound like thunder what happend to him I wonder probably ended up 6 feet under I ain’t a runner I’m an attacker if it ain’t money it don’t matter runs so fast like he got a bladder she eats me up feel like a platter belly too full I wanna get fatter one bullet one flash they scatter mix I did chip up wiv grabba finna cook like pass me the batter #CountonP