On everything

Count your wings, cut your losses
Some niggas win some and some in coffins
Boxed up in the pen
Drinking all this Henn' got me nauseous
But I'm still that nigga that you remember from the box
Made a couple M's and I bought a couple houses
Still got them shooters that be down from them profits
And they do it all for them dollars, on everything
That's on everything
And I'm on everything
Weed, pills, liquor, lean, nigga I'm on everything
And them bitches doing everything

Money on the counter, fuck a money counter
She ain't about it, give a fuck about her
Give her ros