CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Count My Blessings
Stacks in my Louis bag
I'm sittin' in the back of my Cadillac
Keed on the beat, now we ridin' clean
I hit the store, 10K on the jeans
She lookin' at me, I be feelin' me
Here's my number, baby, try with me
I be the leavin' the store like LeBron James
That's when Drake calls to ball, I mean probably
I don't no need love, I need codeine
I need me more money to buy a team
I f**ked up the streets, now we on the scenes
When I'm back in city, she wanna f**k
Look at my tick, the time never stops
I'm buyin' more projects, it never flops
She lookin' at me, I be feelin' me
Here's my number, baby, try with me
I count my blessings
Abu Dhabi on my list, it's not a question, it's my profession
I count my blessings
We out here bribin' politicians, it's not a question, it's for our mission
Bibi callin' every day, I'm still here gettin' lessons
She be missin' me too much, don't have time for the questions
I count my blessings
Window shoppin' is the past, now we here dressin', it's my profession (Keed, talk to 'em)
I don't even know about no window shoppin'
Everything that we see, yeah, we cop it
Walkin' 'round with a big .5
N***a, play with me, yeah, you get popped
Inner state, out of state
Yeah, you know I'm a well-known superstar
The Trackhawk, yeah, we leave police, ain't no bricks in this car
Yeah, the b*t*h tryna be down with the gang
She wanna be a cobra
Sh*t, the b*t*h so fine, only want what's on her shoulder
Yeah, drip in Dior and I wear LV bifocals
Yeah, livin' that life that we live, I can never be sober
Yeah, we smashin' that big body wide, she yell, it's that Rolls truck
The way that we walk out on her, yeah, we look like a soldier
Nobody gon' f**k you the way I f**k you, girl, when I fold ya
Baby so freaked out, she don't want it on the bed, on my sofa
I count my blessings
Abu Dhabi on my list, it's not a question, it's my profession
I count my blessings
We out here bribin' politicians, it's not a question, it's for our mission
Bibi callin' every day, I'm still here gettin' lessons
She be missin' me too much, don't have time for the questions
I count my blessings
Window shoppin' is the past, now we here dressin', it's my profession (Yeah, ayy)
I'm sittin' in the back of my Cadillac
Keed on the beat, now we ridin' clean
I hit the store, 10K on the jeans
She lookin' at me, I be feelin' me
Here's my number, baby, try with me
I be the leavin' the store like LeBron James
That's when Drake calls to ball, I mean probably
I don't no need love, I need codeine
I need me more money to buy a team
I f**ked up the streets, now we on the scenes
When I'm back in city, she wanna f**k
Look at my tick, the time never stops
I'm buyin' more projects, it never flops
She lookin' at me, I be feelin' me
Here's my number, baby, try with me
I count my blessings
Abu Dhabi on my list, it's not a question, it's my profession
I count my blessings
We out here bribin' politicians, it's not a question, it's for our mission
Bibi callin' every day, I'm still here gettin' lessons
She be missin' me too much, don't have time for the questions
I count my blessings
Window shoppin' is the past, now we here dressin', it's my profession (Keed, talk to 'em)
I don't even know about no window shoppin'
Everything that we see, yeah, we cop it
Walkin' 'round with a big .5
N***a, play with me, yeah, you get popped
Inner state, out of state
Yeah, you know I'm a well-known superstar
The Trackhawk, yeah, we leave police, ain't no bricks in this car
Yeah, the b*t*h tryna be down with the gang
She wanna be a cobra
Sh*t, the b*t*h so fine, only want what's on her shoulder
Yeah, drip in Dior and I wear LV bifocals
Yeah, livin' that life that we live, I can never be sober
Yeah, we smashin' that big body wide, she yell, it's that Rolls truck
The way that we walk out on her, yeah, we look like a soldier
Nobody gon' f**k you the way I f**k you, girl, when I fold ya
Baby so freaked out, she don't want it on the bed, on my sofa
I count my blessings
Abu Dhabi on my list, it's not a question, it's my profession
I count my blessings
We out here bribin' politicians, it's not a question, it's for our mission
Bibi callin' every day, I'm still here gettin' lessons
She be missin' me too much, don't have time for the questions
I count my blessings
Window shoppin' is the past, now we here dressin', it's my profession (Yeah, ayy)
