Jpaulished - Count On It Lyrics

You know me
Fuck your bitch and neva call her back
Even though her hips thicka than an almanac
Bad names what she call me, man she always mad
Like "why you always call me that?"
It's a bad thing
Girly got problems wit' her dad ting
Flamin' errbody like the mad king
Young assassin
Life should be in closed captions
I be drippin' down daily you got no fashion
It's the Saint Laurent god
Who ain't wearin' Saint Laurent
Spendin' all his savins on music
I could make a lawn
Out of all the money gone
I be hangin' like Saddam
Daily think I need my mom
Just to tell me I ain't wrong
Yeah
Hopin' that I'm right
I been losin' sleep
Cause I'm thinkin' through the night
Fuck it, roll the dice
Only got a life
Errbody goin' crazy thinkin' that they got it twice
Imma young baller
The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock
Life a canvas paint on it
Lil' sonnet
In fact all this
Shit is going lil' slow, no sonic
Red shoes on, run it
Young baller
The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock
Life a canvas paint on it
In fact all this
Is goin' just the way I wanted
Every day they count me out
So I count on it
I
Don't wanna live like errbody
Imma be flya than a fairy in a cherry Audi
On my way to marry
This girl that ride stick like Harry
Ninety-Three Mariah Carey
What she look like bro it's scary
I could fit the world in my palm
And then just cock-back
Tomahawk that shit like LeBron
And I be lookin' like god
When I do this shit
That's impossible like Tom Cruise' movie is
You ain't a god, you just a lunatic
What the people sayin' to me
They should be like droppin' down to knees
And fuckin' prayin' to me
Man this shit a brees
I should be in New Orleans
I be slicin' up the pie
Ya'll can't get a fuckin' piece
Cause ya'll don't wan' fuck wit' me
Yeah
That's the way it be bro
Ya'll gon' need a stitch
Like you fuckin' 'round wit' Lelo
There he go
Nasty like he Rico
Bring it back like repo
You blew it like a c-note
Fans say él está frio
Yeah, that's for my Spanish chicas
They just wanna know my fuckin' sign
No, I'm not a libra
Gemini, mood is black and white like a fuckin' zebra
Twenty-three and me
JP and his fuckin' sneakers
Imma young baller
The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock
Life a canvas paint on it
Lil' sonnet
In fact all this
Shit is going lil' slow, no sonic
Red shoes on, run it
Young baller
The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock
Life a canvas paint on it
In fact all this
Is goin' just the way I wanted
Every day they count me out
So I count on it

You know me
Fuck your bitch and neva call her back
Even though her hips thicka than an almanac
Bad names what she call me, man she always mad
Like "why you always call me that?"
It's a bad thing
Girly got problems wit' her dad ting
Flamin' errbody like the mad king
Young assassin
Life should be in closed captions
I be drippin' down daily you got no fashion
It's the Saint Laurent god
Who ain't wearin' Saint Laurent
Spendin' all his savins on music
I could make a lawn
Out of all the money gone
I be hangin' like Saddam
Daily think I need my mom
Just to tell me I ain't wrong
Yeah
Hopin' that I'm right
I been losin' sleep
Cause I'm thinkin' through the night
Fuck it, roll the dice
Only got a life
Errbody goin' crazy thinkin' that they got it twice
Imma young baller
The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock
Life a canvas paint on it
Lil' sonnet
In fact all this
Shit is going lil' slow, no sonic
Red shoes on, run it
Young baller
The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock
Life a canvas paint on it
In fact all this
Is goin' just the way I wanted
Every day they count me out
So I count on it
I
Don't wanna live like errbody
Imma be flya than a fairy in a cherry Audi
On my way to marry
This girl that ride stick like Harry
Ninety-Three Mariah Carey
What she look like bro it's scary
I could fit the world in my palm
And then just cock-back
Tomahawk that shit like LeBron
And I be lookin' like god
When I do this shit
That's impossible like Tom Cruise' movie is
You ain't a god, you just a lunatic
What the people sayin' to me
They should be like droppin' down to knees
And fuckin' prayin' to me
Man this shit a brees
I should be in New Orleans
I be slicin' up the pie
Ya'll can't get a fuckin' piece
Cause ya'll don't wan' fuck wit' me
Yeah
That's the way it be bro
Ya'll gon' need a stitch
Like you fuckin' 'round wit' Lelo
There he go
Nasty like he Rico
Bring it back like repo
You blew it like a c-note
Fans say él está frio
Yeah, that's for my Spanish chicas
They just wanna know my fuckin' sign
No, I'm not a libra
Gemini, mood is black and white like a fuckin' zebra
Twenty-three and me
JP and his fuckin' sneakers
Imma young baller
The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock
Life a canvas paint on it
Lil' sonnet
In fact all this
Shit is going lil' slow, no sonic
Red shoes on, run it
Young baller
The Jpaul is like Jack Pollock
Life a canvas paint on it
In fact all this
Is goin' just the way I wanted
Every day they count me out
So I count on it