Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs

Fuckin' Up the Count

"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 fuck you able to keep the count right when you're not able to do the book problem man?"

"Count be wrong, they’ll fuck you up."

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga

Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same nigga

All I know is selling weed and water, dope and yay nigga

Money on my mind, don't do the crime unless it pay nigga

New 650 Bimmer coupe, I'm fucking in a foreign car

Got diamonds in my rollie face I'm bout to cop a Audemar

Top down on a bitch when I ride by, I feel like fuck 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?

Bitch, I'm straight balling

Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight balling

Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house

And never fucking up the count

Bitch, I'm straight balling

Tryna make a million before they take me out

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight balling

Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch

And never fucking up the count

This look like money, motherfucker

Money be green

Money feel like money

That shit look green to you?

Got a dead fucking president on it

I don't give a fuck

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga

Momma kick me out the house for servin' where she stay nigga

Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J's, nigga

Fuck this broke shit boy

Went straight to robbing, what's the play nigga

Ran off with this nigga

Work is crucial when you burn a nigga

He might want that back so bet you down to do a murder nigga

Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a nigga

Nigga won't dis work

I hope you down to do a murder, nigga

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 shit in my DNA, I just can't explain that

Even if I die tell my enemies I remain that

Said bitch I'm straight balling

Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight balling

Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight balling

Tryna make a million before they take me out

And never fucking up the count

Bitch I'm straight balling

Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch

And never fucking up the count

You follow drugs

You get drug addicts and the drug dealers

But you start to follow the money and you don't know where the fuck it's gonna take you