(Chorus) X2
f** n***a I don't wanna be friends
I just wanna count bands
I just wanna count bands
I just wanna count bands (Verse 1: Smiles Official)
If I wasn't rappin I would never leave the bando
So Official bra this b**h lit like a candle
Camoflauge black tee you could call me Rambo
On two phones probably talkin' to your main hoe
Turnt up, just because I gotta show my n***as love
Streets don't play fear gotta get dat bread up
I'm wit my n***a Mad Winnin and my n***a Mad Dog and my n***a Mack boy
know we keep dem things tucked
Cross over like A.I.
Ballin b**h I can't say why
Smoke good I stay high
Jet blue I stay fly
I ball hard you sideline
You on the bench you ride pine
Nina be my life line
Liquid Shield and Win Squad (Chorus) X2
f** n***a I don't wanna be friends
I just wanna count bands
I just wanna count bands
I just wanna count bands (Verse 2: Mad Winnin)
I been hustling n***a, getting bands
I know thats something that you can't stand
I can tell from the look in your eye
I'm certified till the day I die
I hustle hard selling crack pies
It's going dark before the sh** dry
Young n***a been buck wild
Don't believe me ask my n***as smiles
Money to be made in every time zone
From Cali to Miami i get my grind on
Hit the club and get my shine on
These hoes love my diamonds
Smoking on some stupid strong
I need somebody just to take me home
I might need me a f**ing crutch
Cuz reason being I can't stand up
Me and my n***as stay band up
20's 50's 100's and the candy truck
Flow master with the ostrich guts
Don't break hard cuz the thing tucked
If ya a** flinch then you out of luck
Shots out to my n***as from the slow bucks
Paper cuts from countin bands
I came up off selling yams