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Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh (Murda on the beat so it's not nice) How you in the mix, but not mixy? (Ooh-ooh, yeah) How you count your blessings and don't mention me? (How you count your blessings? Yeah) How many times I told you, "Fix your energy"? (I told you) When all the love is gone, then it's for the streets (Streets) Yeah It'll be written in stone if it's meant to be (On God, yeah) I put on my chains on top of links (Ice, yeah) I put all my teams in the same room (Same room) Link 'em all together, then they plot on me (They plot, ooh) If you want each other, I won't blame you (Won't blame, won't blame you) How you count your blessings and don't mention me? (Ooh) (That's on God, ooh) How you in the mix, but not mixy? (Yeah) When the love is all gone, then it's for the streets (Ooh) Pick up my phone and ignore the tweets (Yeah, yeah) (Let's roll) I ain't mixy, it get tricky Havin' a couple up in my mixy Doin' too much, they in my business Tryna recover when niggas ain't shit Get this, get this SongtexteI've been on a wave, I'm lit, I'm rich Love it how you stack your Cubans up, that's drip But like you and your odds, baby, I've been movin' cold Just picked up the phone It's another night I ain't spendin' alone (No) It's another night I won't spend with Patrón It's another night, turn my heart into chrome See, I been in the mix, but not mixy How you count your blessings and not mention me? (Ooh) Said a million times, "Fix your energy" (That's on God, ooh) Fix your energy, yeah Mixy, yeah When all the love is gone, then it's for the streets (Oh, oh) Pick up my phone and ignore the tweets (Baby, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, oh-woah (Takeoff) Mixin' up locations, I just bought it, I don't do leases We be mix-matchin' APs Matchin' Van Cleef pieces (Matchin') We gon' get nasty, talk greasy when we know we don't mean it (Uh-uh) Mixin' your feelings with your business, baby, tryna get even (Damn) Ain't gotta pack none, but you goin' I don't know where, but you leavin' (Get out) You so smart, life is hard But the streets say you easy (Streets) Look at my contacts, pick your number (Brrt) Press the button and delete it (Gone) 'Cause this messy, mixy shit done got too high for my reachin' (High) Look at this over-exaggeratin' lame nigga, he reachin' (Lame) Patek say that I got time, baby, give me a reason (Just one) Count your blessings and thank God and me when you speak a mention (God) It's been a minute, but I promise I got no bad intentions (Nah) That pussy mine and when you say it's over, we never finished (You know that) That's my shit (Mine), that's my bad lil' bitch (Bitch) Put that shit on, she lit (Lit) Don't pick up the phone, she throwin' a fit (Brrt) Like to go shop at Prada and Rick (Owens) She want relations, that's a risk (Risk) I think I might scratch her name off the list (Scratch) 'Cause she too mixy (Mixy) How you gon' act like I ain't no blessin' When I taught you all the lessons? How you count your blessings, don't mention me? See, that's your problem right there How you in the mix and not mixy? You got too much motion now, you're blind When the love is all gone When the love is all gone, then it's for the streets Aus Songtexte Mania