The Count

Chorus 1:
One for the Money
Two for the shows/
Three for the sliffs if you know how to roll/
Four for the Shots
Five drinks on the rocks/
And six for poetics nigga let that beat drop/

Vrs 1:
Man these dudes aint foreal.
Keep fuckin Round like Lex wont kill/
Ill. im Hennessey, vodka and milk
All mixed up washed down with some pills/
Keep keepin on With that Grill like you will
And i bet that you don't nigga 100dollar bill/
All up in ya feels like a bitch when she spill/
I destroy everything that you build
With my Force Field/
Boss deals toss steel and i Force seals/
Open up like what up nigga ya caught chills?/
Make you all aborted children straight to the chop shop/
Thought you was a sedan nigga now you a drop top/
Knock Knock whos there? Fuck you to/
Fuck you to who?
Nah nigga you/
Ya crew to ever ya boo/
You niggaz through swift kick in ya ass from a timberland boot.
Chorus 2:
1 for the Money
2for the shows/
3 for the dudes acting like Fuckin Hoes/
4 for the fam one more for the hand/
Thats a 5 finger discount
Catch a backhand/
6 for the clique
7 more for the chicks/
8 for the clip get ya punk ass hit/
9 for the chains
10 for the whips/
11 for the broads with The big ass tits/

Vrs 2:
Am I really that bad/
Or is it just clout Are you really that mad?/
All my bitches is bad
And the scantily clad/
Staring at the buldge in my pants when they sag/
Off the meat rack who ready to eat/
Its like Thanksgiving dinner when im shredding this beat/
Fuck around and be dead in the street
Lead in ya teeth/
I got hungry dogs ready to eat
Head to ya feet/
So let's calm down befor i bring the bomb down
Arms out/
Both palms down
Tell the preacher bring the psalms out/
You get stomped out
Right in front ya moms house/
Pompoms out
Cheerleaders in they prom gown/
(That aint make no sense Lex)
I know it didn't/
Im flowin with it
Peep my underground coalition/
All the rest of you bitch niggaz the hoe addition/
Known snitches now watch the way my soldiers get it/.

Chorus 3:
1 for the bitches
2 for the tricks/
3 for the haters that be on my dick/
4 for the squad
One More for the Bomb/
Thats 6 for the Rubber i should have used on ya mom/
7 for the clout
8 more for ya mouth/
This 9 for the cervix i hit make her shout/
10 for the crowd
when they all go wild/
11 shots off if you feeling me now.

Vrs 3:
Can i get alil shine?/
Im the other black Guy
Nah im not tech N9ne/
My black Tech shine
Let nine off at ya spine/
Rip through ya chest line thats how i rep mine/
Bed time number 2 pencils its lead time/
Fill em in past test time
The grotesque kind/
Thats the best kind
Never cross the red line/
Leave ya shirt full of red wine
Next time./
Chorus 4:

1 for the bars
2 for the flow/
3 more drags and you exhale slow/
4 for the crown
5 for the royal/
6 for the family that always stayed loyal/
7 for the real shit
Non for the fake/
8 lighters up if you trynna get baked/
9 for the tittys
10 for the cake/
11 for the bitches who love to make it shake