(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