Counting Stacks in the Night

Yeah, sittin' back, just countin' dough,

Pushin' through the door, lettin’ the cash flow.

Found my girl on the floor, lost and alone,

She's playin' with the night, lost in the zone.

Thinkin' this a nightmare, shadows in my mind,

Wipin' my eyes, in a haze we unwind.

Perfect match, or so I thought,

But deep down inside, the truth can’t be bought.

Lookin' in your eyes, you call it a stare,

But I’m seekin' your soul, see if you care.

I won’t wear jeans that flare at the seam,

I shine brighter, livin' out my dream.

Countin' up the stacks, yeah, I’m on my grind,

Haters hatin' hard, wishin' they could find,

Style like mine, I’m the king of this game,

Back to the basics, never feelin' shame.

Face the truth, I don’t need no fake friends,

Always pushin' through, this hustle never ends.

Countin' every dollar, buildin’ my own castle,

Chasin' all my dreams, no room for any hassle.

See, I go the extra mile, got my goals on sight,

While you’re jockin' my moves, guess that means I’m tight.

Put the work in, patience, that’s the plan,

Keep it real, stay true, that’s who I am.

Lookin’ in your eyes, you call it a stare,

But I’m seekin' your soul, see if you care.

I won’t wear jeans that flare at the seam,

I shine brighter, livin' out my dream.

Countin' up the stacks, yeah, I’m on my grind,

Haters hatin' hard, wishin' they could find,

Style like mine, I’m the king of this game,

Back to the basics, never feelin' shame.

So let’s count up the dough, let’s add to the pile,

Keep it one hundred, that’s just my style.

Face the truth, let’s rise, time to thrive,

In this hustle of life, yeah, we come alive.