I30 Lyrics

Yeah

Listen

Countin' blessings at my worst

Cause that shit coulda' been worse

Them demons lurks

Jesus blood

Got me covered in perks

Water and earth,

Fire no dirt

My temple the church

Still slammin' chili cheese

Bruh I pray I don't burst

Rent high as me

And it's due on the first

This California breeze

It's a gift and curse

Keep it

Player wit ease this shit in me

Poser faker

Bro we see what you're attempting

We see that you're pretending

Get some paper For you hit niggas for favors

She sippin' on Belvedere

White claw for her chaser

Ain't never chased her

She stick wit me cause she see

They can't replace me

All this cool comin' off a nigga

I could be ya AC

Count money

Count blessings

Put work in

Put

Work

Count money

Count blessings

Put work in

Work

Work

Do It!

Count Blessings

Put work in

Do It!

Work

Count money uh

They see me stop to pop a picture

Could care less bout what they got goin

I'm the fixture

Lotta kush and lil liquor

Reserve that shoulder

This is player shit

I Ain't clock in all them hours

Just to pay a bitch

Hey bro you could hold yo flowers

I need dollars sense

Pop yo collar shit

Big nigga from the three

Stojakivic

He say he higher than me

He off a lot of piff

I been up since three.

OT.

Check still weak as shit

Nigga

Count money

Count blessings

Put work in

Put

Work

Count money

Count blessings

Put work in

Huh

Work

Do It!

Count Blessings

Put work in

Winners only shit

Do It!

Count money uh