On Everything Belly (Ft. French Montana)

[Hook: French Montana]
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

[Verse 1: Belly]
Money on the counter, fuck a money counter
She ain't about it, give a fuck about her
Give her rosé, she don't want flowers
Turn a trump tower to an after hours
Every night, every night, we could do this on any night
This shit changed my life, I was always down and afraid of heights
Bought a penthouse, a few private flights
Now my mileage like, say a [?]
Now I'm walking round in my Gucci robe
And I'm fucking hoes in my tighty whites, bitch nighty night
I'm high as a kite, I'm Rowdy Piper, I'll probably pipe her like once or twice then goodbye for life
You'll probably wife her and pay in full like Mekhi Phifer
With a pound of rice, I'm cool as hell
I'm hot as [?] in a Coupe de Ville
I'm like dynamite, that's Snoop for real
My hoes down for life, you just around for life