Cashboydray - The Game (feat. Eight-O) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh huh
I'm off the porch tryna be something
Hit the block with my guys where the Feins clucking
Tryna double up the profit
I need a knot bitch
Get out of pocket
Might pull out this rocket
Yeah, mama told me never trust these hoes
Just focus on your dough
I flip it then i re-up then i do it all again
Playing in this dirty game you can't tell foe from friend
Had a lot of niggas change on me when it rained on me
Man they left me in the cold but thats the game homie
Real shit, real shit i speak that ill shit
Get out of line and squad come and drill shit
No worries now bitch i'm straight
I just hope i run into one of you suckers one day
Ima flex harder then a pro on game day
Cause im getting to the money man my plug keep me straight
Man, my neck on chill champagne on chill
And i don't play with my nose but i might pop a pill
And my girl she a freak she love to pop her p
But only for a fee then she bring it back to me yeah

All i do is count up and smoke weed all day
Bitches want to f*ck us My whole team getting cake
I ain't never been nothing like these lames
I'm a north side nigga that ain't never gone change
I ride around my city with that motherf*cking thing
With like fifty in the clip ill leave fifty niggas flipped
Everybody faking like they real i peep game
But only the real gone survive playing in this dirty game

Kill stick lift shit, lift him out of his tennis shoes
Eight and cashboy we gone show em what winning do
Business meeting mob style bitches in swimming pools
All about our bag bout that bag we spinning fools
Mama on dope fridge empty the lights off
They locked the water meter we out front with the pipes off
Blue strip village nigga boy we getting it
Yall niggas hungry pockets was skinny dipping
Dope boy dope moves push rocks out of cellophane
We in david parkers spot purchasing cocaine
2001 niggas couldn't hold one
A dub with forty dollers on i'm my way to a whole one
This expensive freak she gone stuff it when 12 on us
F*cked up under thing we all got mail on us
Gangster then a bitch watch me pull off the car lot
New year's eve watch me ball when the ball drop

All i do is count up and smoke weed all day
Bitches want to f*ck us My whole team getting cake
I ain't never been nothing like these lames
I'm a north side nigga that ain't never gone change
I ride around my city with that motherf*cking thing
With like fifty in the clip ill leave fifty niggas flipped
Everybody faking like they real i peep game
But only the real gone survive playing in this dirty game
All i do
All i do
All i do
All i do is count up
All i do
All i do
All i do
All i do is count up
All i do
All i do
All i do
All i do that's All i do
All i do
All i do is count up
All i do
All i do that's all i do
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh huh