CountIt
Ugh
Ugh
No name
Ugh
Ugh
Count it
Tens
Twenties
Fifties
Hundreds
Flexing
Sauce
Dripping
Stunting
Diamonds
Dancing
Twerking
Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open
Throw that ass to me
Let me catch that
Throw a stack back
Told her fetch that
Racks on the floor
Need a trash bag
Pack strong
Came with the gas mask
Diamonds on me dancing like a stripper hoe
Diamonds on me twerking you should tip em hoe
Diamonds on you faker than her ass shots
Thought she was the one
She just a damn thot
She got it by not fucking with no have-nots
If she let me hit she just might hit the jackpot
Bust it for an old homie
Do it for the past
Like you doing it for cash
Let me hit it from the back
Swimming in it like a pool
Dive all in it
Make it splash
Get it dripping
Sit it on my face
I'll wear it like a mask
She's ambitious
Where them racks at
If you don't pass that
She won't throw that ass back
Facts
Word to Katt Stacks
Look
I just want to fuck you
For all the nights I couldn't fuck you
And should have been the one you want to fuck too
And you should let me hit that
Text your number
I'm a bit back
And if I got to pay then forget that
Count it
Tens
Twenties
Fifties
Hundreds
Flexing
Sauce
Dripping
Stunting
Diamonds
Dancing
Twerking
Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open
Tens
Twenties
Fifties
Hundreds
Flexing
Sauce
Dripping
Stunting
Diamonds
Dancing
Twerking
Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open
Whoa
Climb up to the top
Slide down the pole slow
Drop into a split
Stand up
Touch your toes
Make that ass clap
Let me see that ass hole
Bust it in the memory of Sweet James Jones
Yeah
Bust it for the pimp
I'm a probably tip enough to pay your rent
I'm a probably tip enough to pay tuition
Get you home
I'll have you naked cooking breakfast in the kitchen
Girl you working with some ass yeah
You bad yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash yeah
His last yeah
Hoes frown when you pass yeah
They mad yeah
Broke niggas have no chance yeah
You bout your bag yeah
Look
I just want to fuck you
For all the nights I couldn't fuck you
And should have been the one you want to fuck too
And you should let me hit that
Text your number
I'm a bit back
And if I got to pay then forget that
Count it
Tens
Twenties
Fifties
Hundreds
Flexing
Sauce
Dripping
Stunting
Diamonds
Dancing
Twerking
Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open
Tens
Twenties
Fifties
Hundreds
Flexing
Sauce
Dripping
Stunting
Diamonds
Dancing
Twerking
Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open
Ugh
No name
Ugh
Ugh
Count it
Tens
Twenties
Fifties
Hundreds
Flexing
Sauce
Dripping
Stunting
Diamonds
Dancing
Twerking
Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open
Throw that ass to me
Let me catch that
Throw a stack back
Told her fetch that
Racks on the floor
Need a trash bag
Pack strong
Came with the gas mask
Diamonds on me dancing like a stripper hoe
Diamonds on me twerking you should tip em hoe
Diamonds on you faker than her ass shots
Thought she was the one
She just a damn thot
She got it by not fucking with no have-nots
If she let me hit she just might hit the jackpot
Bust it for an old homie
Do it for the past
Like you doing it for cash
Let me hit it from the back
Swimming in it like a pool
Dive all in it
Make it splash
Get it dripping
Sit it on my face
I'll wear it like a mask
She's ambitious
Where them racks at
If you don't pass that
She won't throw that ass back
Facts
Word to Katt Stacks
Look
I just want to fuck you
For all the nights I couldn't fuck you
And should have been the one you want to fuck too
And you should let me hit that
Text your number
I'm a bit back
And if I got to pay then forget that
Count it
Tens
Twenties
Fifties
Hundreds
Flexing
Sauce
Dripping
Stunting
Diamonds
Dancing
Twerking
Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open
Tens
Twenties
Fifties
Hundreds
Flexing
Sauce
Dripping
Stunting
Diamonds
Dancing
Twerking
Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open
Whoa
Climb up to the top
Slide down the pole slow
Drop into a split
Stand up
Touch your toes
Make that ass clap
Let me see that ass hole
Bust it in the memory of Sweet James Jones
Yeah
Bust it for the pimp
I'm a probably tip enough to pay your rent
I'm a probably tip enough to pay tuition
Get you home
I'll have you naked cooking breakfast in the kitchen
Girl you working with some ass yeah
You bad yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash yeah
His last yeah
Hoes frown when you pass yeah
They mad yeah
Broke niggas have no chance yeah
You bout your bag yeah
Look
I just want to fuck you
For all the nights I couldn't fuck you
And should have been the one you want to fuck too
And you should let me hit that
Text your number
I'm a bit back
And if I got to pay then forget that
Count it
Tens
Twenties
Fifties
Hundreds
Flexing
Sauce
Dripping
Stunting
Diamonds
Dancing
Twerking
Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open
Tens
Twenties
Fifties
Hundreds
Flexing
Sauce
Dripping
Stunting
Diamonds
Dancing
Twerking
Something
Pop it
Bitch
Bust it
Open
Credits
Writer(s): Kaelin Milton
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