Robb Bank$ - Counting (March) lyrics

I think I might be happy [Hook] Yeah we got one year till we dead n***a Two twins count my bread n***a 40 racks that I saved up on 44's outside of your crib n***a Eight shots bust your head n***a Both neighbors found you, you gone n***a Bet you ain't know you could flip a whole half To a oz. now you looking like "O" n***a [Verse 1: Robb Bank$] I got money I should be spending Bonds I should be mending And relationships are just relations That shoebox bread that you been saving I take that One wrap 2 wrap Best believe I face that Tongue down your b**h I bet she get high when she taste that No Khalifa cliche I keep her texts on freeze frame I screen-shoot it It's easy I'll send it if you wanna see it mane I got hoes all on my dick Cuz I'm cheatin' like Joey Greco I'm in a Volvo Ridin through SoHo Me and that same b**h Backseat of a four door 4'4's in a four door Six golds with four more That's right lil b**h I want the whole row You ain't nothin' but p**y I know so I'm watching Ricki Lake Lookin like James Bond' All my n***as on different watches But know we on the same time She said 'I'll probably be gone by the time you read this" But I'm scrolling through her old texts To find pics of cleavage I remember it got deleted But in my head I can still see it Got my head between her legs But just chill I'm just gettin a retwist... [HOOK] [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] I'mma do sh** how I wanna She gon' sleep over askin' for pajamas But tonight I'mma sleep nude Now what she gonna do when I break that news she a gone-er Tell me bout your day Before I go cop this marijuana Ice cubes in my drank Then I let her J.Lo my Anaconda n***a you A$AP Rocky? sh**, I'm Aesop Rock- Up in my old hood Shootin' bow and arrows out my purple drop I'll buy your whole estate when I please Pay off the lease I quit smoking for a year But I know a year mean a week So cold, my mistress always tell a n***a to be gentle Navy Supreme chinos Closest I go to denim Now am I cool? Cuz I'm rappin bout my clothes and my women? You n***as just don't get it This how I'm livin' f** flexin' And I got yo b**h believing every little thing I'm texting So why can't you ? I roll 3 And face 2 I'm who you can't go face-to-face to Riding, Scraper, got an angel rollin' out bible paper [Verse 3: Robb Bank$] And I'm countin' cards, countin' b**hes Been countin' yo days from the beginning Now count how many goons got yo punk a** surrounded While I'm thinkin' how I manage Up in business and accounting You got belongings unaccounted for While I'm counting my blessings Same sh** in my plot Only thing different is the setting [Hook]