Video Come N Count It de Ace Cino 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ace Cino - Come N Count It Lyrics

[Intro]
(Rell On The Track)
Who invented the mafia?
What?
La Cosanostra, who invented that?
Who cares?
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the what?
Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up
It's a stereotype and it's offensive
And you're the last person I would want to perpetuate it

[Verse 1: Rich Ro]
You ain't on the road, nigga, stop it
Applyin' pressure with the bag, thеy wanna knock me
All these bitchеs feel a way, they surround me
Man, her pussy wet, I think I'm drownin'
I done beat her back in, you know I pound it
Mama had me at the crib, she was hounding
I done slipped up with a sack, I was grounded
Diamonds so water, tuh, where the fountain? (Huh?)
Move my OG out the hood, where the mountains?
Only fuck with Bloods, bitch, we call it counseling
Me and Beno up some shit, need a counter
[Verse 2: Beno]
Weigh it up, tip it on the scale, then I'm lounging
Baby, we just got the bag in, come and count it
Dog had put it in the air so I could pound it
Just stop and cool it with all that lyin' shit
Just hit the brick and get out of it
You want a zip of girl or you want a half a split?
Try to move a bag in my hood, I need ten percent
That 'caine, you eat good, but that food, it'll get you rich
I started havin', I got hoes, never no tens
I came up off that food, was never no BIN
Told her work third person, I ain't handin' no hand
They still hang around that nigga, that nigga went fed
Bitch, in high school, mama started givin' me meds
They come in by the ninety or give me one-ten
Can you drop it down the way? Can you give me a hand?
It only take several hours, I'll give you a band

[Verse 3: Ace Cino]
Smack pulled up in the Bentley, I'm flexin' the Lam'
Five hours straight, no stop, I took me a Xan'
Seen the extras soon as I took me a gram
Million-dollar bribs, I'm lookin' ahead
When I make my first mil', I'm lookin' for land
If the work ever came short, I'm whippin' again
TC back on that bullshit, he Brippin' again
Just knocked off an eight of Wock', I'm sippin' again
It's over for that quarantine shit, we livin' again
Boolin' out in Bally, find a plug who sendin' 'em in
I'm the voice of the streets, I'm just fillin' 'em in
Goonie got Chi Chi on the beat, damn near did it again (Are you in the mafia?)
Naw, the mafia are us
R.I.P. Floyd, fuck 12, they can't stop us
They tried to kick me when I was down 'til I got up
Fuck the gym, with these 7.62s, I get shots up
Still on the block, they can't block us
If you been with me from the start, I got us
They gon' pay me what I want, my stocks up
They ain't fuckin' with you clowns, y'all not us
[Outro: Rich Ro, Beno & Ace Cino]
You ain't on the road, nigga, stop it
Applyin' pressure with the bag, they wanna knock me
Baby, we just got the bag in, come and count it
Goonie got Chi Chi on the beat, damn near did it again
(I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up)