Keep Count - Payroll Giovanni

Who could keep count?

Who could keep count?

Who could keep count?

Who could keep count?

I don’t compete with no niggas, I’m in my own lane

Fuck fame, I’d rather be rich with no name

I climbed into this rap from out the dope game

You took your money from rap and bought a whole thang

You niggas baggers

Rappers tryna prove that they trappers

Still sellin' O’s while we way up on the ladder

Down fuckin' up my bladder, I don’t listen to chatter

I listen to money counters, pushin' it to go faster

Been accepted the fact that niggas talk behind my back

But I respect that, 'cause they know face to face they gettin' smacked

Shit, I don’t give a fuck about these niggas' existance

So you know I don’t give a fuck about they opinion

You lil' niggas minions, I’m a big dawg

They prayed on my pitfall, I know them niggas pissed off

Had to stay away from these phony ass niggas and stay strapped

Yes I ran through them yams, I got rocky ASAP (Nigga)

I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce)

Sellin' dimes, a nigga had to keep count (Keep count)

Now I jump in coupes, then we out (Gone)

A couple chains on, but who could keep count?

(Add it up)

Who could keep count?

(How many coupes I done cruised)

Man, who could keep count?

(Yeah, yeah)

Who could keep count?

(How many bags I done moved)

Man, who could keep count?

I used to sell ten rocks to get a hundred bucks

Now the kid a nigga rock cost a hundred plus

They want to put it to a stop when you comin' up

But fuck that, go harder, make sure you fuck 'em up

I’m a Doughboy Cashout rich nigga (Doughboy)

Ex-drug dealer, laughin' in a chinchilla (Hah)

You tryna get what I got, I’m tryna get richer (Yup)

'Cause believe it or not, this ain’t shit, nigga

I probably bought it with crumbs, we been ballin' on bums

Cop a whip just for fun to push it all through the slums

I see you hatin' and frontin', we money makin' and stuffin'

Shoeboxes one hundred, been doin' this since a youngin'

I put ice over the wrist, money over a bitch

Used to catch busses, now it’s Rovers and shit

Buyin' chains off of overs from flips, that’s what we been doin'

Bitches been chosin', keep count, these niggas been losin'

I used to pray for a cheap ounce (Cheap ounce)

Sellin' dimes, a nigga had to keep count (Keep count)

Now I jump in coupes, then we out (Gone)

A couple chains on, but who could keep count?

(Add it up)

Who could keep count?

(Every win, every loss)

Man, who could keep count?

(Yeah, yeah)

Who could keep count?

(How many Rollies I done bought)

Man, who could keep count?

(Who?)

Doughboyz Cashout

We still doin' this shit

Gon' keep doin' this shit

Ain’t shit stoppin'

Whips still droppin'

Heavy ice rockin'

Yeah, long live Roc

You know, mob shit