Текст песни Counting On You - Braend Lee

You say you love me, but I know that shit ain't true
Hop up in a coupe, baby, I could do you It's just me and you, baby, multiply two
Drivin' through the roof, baby, got a lot of loot
Keep my gun on me, baby, I just gotta shoot when it comes to you, girl, get comfortable

You know what it is when I pull up to the crib Shorty waitin' on the kid, yeah, she waitin
On the jet too legit to fuckin' quit, hit a LAX trip, then I pull up in a X6, shorty wanna sex this
Then I tell her text this like she came from Texas
Think her name Alexis, said she in the Benz's
So we drivin' reckless, shorty drivin' reckless

Said she like my necklace, she can't get a message
She just got a F in, yeah, fuck niggas
Yeah, cause she don't trust niggas
Yeah, she used to dub niggas
Yeah, now I'm the plug nigga and I don't trust niggas
I might just slug niggas

I got diamonds by the pair, bitches by the coupes
Hoes tryna slide, tryna fuck on my crew shorty, countin' on you
I just wanna fall through
I just wanna fall through I'm just countin' on you
I just wanna fall through girl, I'm countin' on you

Yeah, I fell in love with a dancer
We used to fuck in a mansion
I fell in love with romances
I roll around with no answers
Her horoscope is a cancer
I cut her up like a cancer
I hated June, summer comin' through
Got my rollie on, shorty, what you wanna do
You can bring your crew, shorty, we can make moves
Got you starin' at the moon

I got diamonds by the pair, bitches by the coupes
Hoes tryna slide, tryna fuck on my crew
Shorty, countin' on you
I just wanna fall through
I just wanna fall through I'm just countin' on you
I just wanna fall through girl, I'm countin' on you
Yeah