Ben "Lambo" Lambert - f**in' Up The Count lyrics

[Sample] [?] -"You working a ground stash 20 tall pinks Two fiends come up to you and ask for two each Another one cops three Then Bodie hands you off 10 more But some white guy rolls up in a car, waves you down and pays for eight How many vials you got left?" -"15" -"How the f** you able to keep the count right when you're not able to do the book problem man?" -"“Count be wrong, they'll f** you up.” [Verse 1] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay n***a Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same n***a All I know is selling weed and water, dope and yay n***a Money on my mind, don't do the crime unless it pay n***a New 650 Bimmer coupe, I'm f**ing in a foreign car Got diamonds in my rollie face I'm bout to cop a Audemar Top down on a b**h when I ride by, I feel like f** the law Got diamonds in my rollie face I'm bout to cop an Audemar My celly steady ringin', Freddie where your bales 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? [Hook] b**h, I'm straight balling Fifty thousand dollars in a n***a couch And never f**ing up the count b**h I'm straight balling Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house And never f**ing up the count b**h, I'm straight balling Tryna make a million before they take me out And never f**ing up the count b**h I'm straight balling Fifty thousand dollars in a n***a couch And never f**ing up the count [Sample] This look like money, motherf**er Money be green Money feel like money That sh** look green to you? Got a dead f**ing president on it I don't give a f** [Verse 2] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay n***a Momma kick me out the house for servin' where she stay n***a Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J's, n***a f** this broke sh** boy Went straight to robbing, what's the play n***a Ran off with this n***a Work is crucial when you burn a n***a He might want that back so b**h you down to do a murder n***a Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a n***a n***a want this work I hope you down to do a murder, n***a 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 sh** in my DNA, I just can't explain that Even if I die tell my enemies I remain that [Hook] Said b**h I'm straight balling Fifty thousand dollars in a n***a couch And never f**ing up the count b**h I'm straight balling Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house And never f**ing up the count b**h I'm straight balling Tryna make a million before they take me out And never f**ing up the count b**h I'm straight balling Fifty thousand dollars in a n***a couch And never f**ing up the count Count, count [Sample] You follow d** You get drug addicts and the drug dealers But you start to follow the money and you don't know where the f** it's gonna take you