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We been ballin hard yea Turning up that real shit Tracks full of bars yea Y'all just wanna steal this Bottles at the club yea Bass that you can feel bitch We just turning up yea Man we on that real shit Count it, Count it, Count it, Count it 100 tracks what you know about it bitch don't doubt it Count it, Count it, Count it, Count it 100 tracks what you know about it bitch go count it That's a hundred in the works We the type to finish first Whole squad fucking cursed Midas touch on every verse Count it a hundred of beats ay Count it a hundred of weeks ay Started off Q203 ay Now in the hills all this heat ay We the rebels not the saints Fuck with us got no restraints Freedom pourin out our veins Break the hell outta these chains Feels like I'm going insane Cuz I haven't made a name uh Conquered then we came Get the hell out of my way ay A hundred, go count it One hundred, go count it A hundred tracks Never missed a week fucking count it A hundred, go count it One hundred, go count it A hundred tracks Never missed a week fucking count it Uh Bout to start a riot uh They can't keep us quiet uh Just call me the pilot Cuz we mobbin out United uh Yea we came to work uh And we came to play Work hard play hard almost every fucking day! uh We been ballin hard yea Turning up that real shit Tracks full of bars yea Y'all just wanna steal this Bottles at the club yea Bass that you can feel bitch We just turning up yea Man we on that real shit Count it, Count it, Count it, Count it 100 tracks what you know about it bitch don't doubt it Count it, Count it, Count it, Count it 100 tracks what you know about it bitch go count it Doing it like lil Wayne uh Releasing shit like it's the plague uh Track after track it's insane uh Bitch get the hell out my lane uh I'm just gon ride to the beat yea Lyrics they come out my teeth yea We do this shit every week uh Then put that shit on repeat uh I keep on going I'm rolling and putting a show on I hit em with each Song they don't know the next one they think that I'm broken I cause a commotion no need for promotion I'm staying in motion I keep the devotion to words that are spoken And winnings the slogan so cold that you frozen, Vast like the ocean we pass those in motion and stay so outspoken Ballin like I'm mooooooo Bamba I'm the showwwwww And we about to blowwwwww All on the radio Ay ay Look at me fuck with me Hate on me love on me Look at me fuck with me Hate on me love on me I don't know how I'm functioning I just keep On hustling Pour it up It's bubbling I got one life So I'm guzzling Count it, Count it, Count it, Count it 100 tracks what you know about it bitch don't doubt it Count it, Count it, Count it, Count it 100 tracks what you know about it bitch go count it
Writer(s): Brandon Horth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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