Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
[Hook: Juicy J]
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Another story of a young black man
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian

Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out
In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house
I was up late night ballin’
Took the smart route, never been marked out

I was up late night ballin’
[Hook: Juicy J]
Reminiscin’ sitting in that Benz
Or the boop bop bam cuz
So far from my past misfortune
Ramona, I was round that corner
Of the 22 bus stop way back when
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night balling

Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier
For the click clack clap
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head
Quarterbackin’ like I’m 40 Water
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
You can get anything you want
I was up late night ballin’
I was up late night ballin’
[Intro: Juicy J]
Compensation conversations what I’m all about
At the park politicin’ with the kids
I was up late night ballin’
It’s funny I was going crazy not too long ago
If you hatin’ don’t shake my hand
You want that over there?
Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash
Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost

I was up late night ballin’
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
But it didn’t happen, now it’s time to get it cracking
With the 22, 5 shot eyes on scan
G slide right down Sawyer
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
Mix the holy water with the Voss
Tryna make it up out that jam god damn
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Take it easy homie
[Hook: Juicy J]
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
That’s the city where the skinny carry strong heat

Swimming upstream while I’m tryna keep my bread
I was up late night ballin’
Bag back, let me make my bands, got plans
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Women problems every morning like the Maury show
When we slide, you won’t see morning
Learned it from the Dogg I’m from Long Beach
Know what I’m saying?
You want that over there?
Tryna get em on a straight path, got the lames mad
I got you