Counted (LA)

By Robb Bank$

On Tha City

Released on October 1, 2013

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[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]

Shawty swing my way, and the sex ain't as good as you made it out to be

No one special like I need to play the story

Mowed over this gold for all y'all

Boy you mean to tell me, thought your bitch wouldn't cheat?

The ho beat my dick like paper over paper

Cover up my paper like the smart kid I'm giving you a test nigga

Boy I was PMSin' the period's almost over

I ain't got to see you after this we all got different schedules nigga

High school I fucked the baddest bitch at my high school

After high school I still had obligations like a man, but we cool

I'm cooler than the draft that yo man practiced eating out of his hand like a Giraffe

While I'm thinking what I'm finna' do dinner, and babe pick, like the draft

I just want that bitch that used to text during class

JK we ain't wifing these hoes, JK but bitch we ain't friends to you I'm just boy

Compound words ain't to be blurted out, she left her man to fuck a noun

Now move your mouth slow like you tryna' sound it out

Money I been spending, bonds I severed

Relationships getting worse boy, ties getting surfed

And aye counting, counting, I been counting

So let me give a update to all the niggas still bumping counting


[Hook]

One year til' we dead my nigga, two twins done counted all the bread my nigga

A hundred thousand racks I spent my nigga

Peekin' outside where I reside only result fire

Oh nigga, oh nigga they like Bank$ you different now, I'm like oh nigga

Oh nigga, oh nigga what I said "Calendars is dead forget about that ho nigga"


[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]

And boy you with her now, but that bitch still mine

Still got iPhone icon quality JPG's of that OOH!

These pussy niggas look spooked, boy BOO!

I'm inside that pink like Gotenks so I call her Buu

And nigga you can take the credit Hercule

Mrs. Satan done seen angels, tell you bout it nigga you wouldn't believe boy

Me, live in a glass house, I'm gon' see and expose you

Bitch I got a secret for every nigga with a gold tooth

Ain't shit you can say to me, bury me a nigga, at least I look like zero

Wish i was still 4 years old and my daddy was still my hero

I never lied though, met a Zoe at 12 years old

That was daddy to me, taught me everything that momma couldn't

And all of them infidelities cut up my former guardian

Couldn't bare to look at us

The alternative move momma, lil' bro, and me went down to the sea

Ask him if he raised a savage I bet he say, "It wasn't me"

18 years of the work face gated through the hustle

Still a Woodside nigga with North Lauderdale muscle

Kicked out of Coral Springs High, dropped out of Dave Thomas

Now my lil' bitch in college hollerin' "go back to school"

Talkin' my ear off bout how much she love her class

Leave her on campus, way she make that shit sound better be Degrassi

Annoying as JT cause she young as JV and keep with that gossip

And I get Rick’s book an tear a page

40 put you in a wheelchair make you think about it after like

"Nothing Was The Same", you lil' Drakes

These action figure ass niggas look bout it but they break

Don't like me, scared of the new nigga, I'm Buzz Lightyear

And they just put me in a play and I took over all of your space

I fucked y'all up, I said I fucked y'all up, burn y'all boys, now you just sex toys

You left niggas with no face boy won't come back and visit his people

But he can't come, Barbie dolls y'all pussy with no features

These niggas on Instagram and think they thumbin' through faces

2Phone made yo bitch hit airplane mode for the dick

Flyer than a tsuchikage in this bitch, ya lil' bitch

All my niggas out here living good smoking big blunts

Eating away at big breast like the cancers spreading

While I got that mosquito leg, mostquito bite lady bug on my arm

That you just can't seem to hit


[Hook]