Counting - Robb Bank$: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Counting

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Counting was released on June 26, 2020 by Born Leaders Entertainment as a part of the album Calendars

Song Details

Release DateJune 26, 2020

LabelBorn Leaders Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM64

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Robb Bank$

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Richard Burrell

Richard Burrell

Composer

Lyrics

I'm happy

I think I might be happy

Yeah, we got one year then we dead, ****

Two twins count my bread, ****

Forty racks that I saved up on four-fours outside of your crib, ****

Eight shots bust your head, ****

Both neighbors found you, you gone, ****

Bet you ain't know you could flip that whole half to an OZ

Now you lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

I got money I should be spendin'

Bonds I should be mendin'

Relationships or just relations

I got shoe box bread that you been savin'

I take that, one rack, two rack, better leave my face then

Tongue down your bitch, I bet she get high when she taste that

No Khalifa cliché, I keep her checks on freeze frame

I screen shoot it, it's easy

I send it if you wanna see it, man

I got hoes all on my dick 'cause I'm cheatin' like Joey Greco

I'm in a Volvo ridin' through SoHo

Me and that same bitch backseat of a four-door, uh

Four-fours and a four-door

Six goals, put four more

That's right, you little bitch, I want the whole roll

You ain't nothin' but pussy, I know so

I'm watchin' Ricky Lake, lookin' like James Bond

All my **** in 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 scrollin' 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 read

We got one year then we dead, ****

Two twins count my bread, ****

Forty racks that I saved up on four-fours outside of your crib, ****

Eight shots bust your head, ****

Neighbors found you, you gone, ****

Bet you ain't know you could flip that whole half to an OZ

Now you lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

Now you lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

Now you lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

You ain't know, ****

Yeah, you lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

You ain't know, ****

Lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

But you ain't know, ****

I'ma do shit how I wanna

She wanna sleep over, askin' for pajamas

But tonight I'ma sleep new

Now what she gon' do when I break that news? She a goner

Tell me 'bout your day before I go and cop this marijuana

Ice cubes in my drink, then I let her J.Lo my anaconda

****, you A$AP Rocky? Shit, I'm A$AP 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 that lease

I quit smokin' for a year but I know a year mean a week

So cold, my mistress always tell a **** to be gentle

Navy Supreme chinos closest I go to denim

Now am I cool since I'm rappin' 'bout my clothes and my women?

You **** just don't get it, this how I'm livin', fuck flexin'

And I got your bitch believin' every little thing I'm textin'

So I can't shoot, I roll three and phase two

I'm who you can't go face to face to

Rhyme scraper, got an angel rollin' out Bible paper

And I'm countin' cards, countin' bitches

Been countin' your days from the beginning

Now count how many goons got your punk ass surrounded

While I'm thinkin' how I manage up in business and accountin'

You got belongings unaccounted for while I'm countin' my blessings

Same shit in my plot, only thing different is the settings

Yeah, we got one year then we dead, ****

Two twins count my bread, ****

Forty racks that I saved up on four-fours outside of your crib, ****

Eight shots bust your head, ****

Neighbors found you, you gone, ****

Bet you ain't know you could flip that whole half to an OZ

Now you lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

Now you lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

Now you lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

You ain't know, ****

Yeah, you lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

You ain't know, ****

Lookin' like, "Oh, ****"

But you ain't know, ****

Written by: Richard Burrell

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