Count It Up
Count it up
I'm bout to run it up
Count it up
I'm bout to run it up
Count it up
I'm bout to run it up
Count it up
I'm bout to run it up
You know the fuckin' vibes
(Aye)
I'm countin' them racks, them bitches be loving us soon as we step in the spot
(Step in the spot)
And niggas be muggin', They broke, They mad, They see us, And we got a lot
(We got a lot huh)
Don't argue wit niggas, cuz they get to chattin' and makin' the businesses hot (They do)
They fuck wit my money and if it get bad,then soon you be hearing the shots
But bitch I ain't say that I did it tho, come through all black with the hoody low
Fucked his hoe and I tossed her a tootsie roll
Said she love me (Ya girl is a silly hoe)
Bitch I'm paid and I look good, I can give a fuck two times, fuck twins with the good good
Know I'm givin' them good wood
Move How I want, when I want, anytime in your hood
These niggas be broke, these niggas they stroke
I'm like the fuck is they mad for
Fucked his bitch, and I kicked her out the back door
I got it all, what more can I ask for
This bitch outta luck, if she know wassup
If she ain't tryna hold it down
Hundred shots in my chop got another round
He play tough and my niggas gone gun him down
These niggas ain't tough, they moving real sus
And these bitches is basic
Copped a whip now they lovin' my lane switch
Talk hot and he gettin his brains split
Spanish mommy got me talkin' her language
She in the spot she don't care who she came with
So right my type she sanctioned
Count it up while I'm fuckin' his main bitch
And I'm just that nigga, conceited but still undefeated
These niggas can't talk to me
But watchin' my back, cuz niggas is snakes
And those be the same ones who stalkin' me
And I let em shine, fell back off my grind
Like Nigga what more do you want from me (What do you want)
I guess that's the cost of being the boss, you niggas is just like a son to me
I got them racks all on my body imma count it up (Count it up)
Got them new hundreds with the strips I'm bout to run it up (Bout to run it up)
And shawty lookin at me girl you know I'm down to fuck (Down to fuck)
And all you niggas that be hating I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
I got them racks all on my body imma count it up (Count it up)
Got them new hundreds with the strips I'm bout to run it up (Bout to run it up)
And shawty lookin at me girl you know I'm down to fuck (Down to fuck)
And all you niggas that be hating I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
All cash in the forecast
Rain on ya think them boys mad
So official I'm 26, seen 6 figures need more cash
Makin' noise like Azul bells
If she ain't fuckin' me a her girl will
Since 19 till I'm 42 flexin' hard nigga, where my Dumbbell?
I call the bro he gone rock wit me
And he prolly throw a shot for me
In the spot I keep the knots wit me
Stupid nigga this a glock silly
Fuck them niggas who is not with me
Middle finger to my haters, pocket rocket when it's danger, ballin' hard like a laker.
Bitch, they go so hard wit that Hatin' shit
I got them racks all on my body imma count it up (Count it up)
Got them new hundreds with the strips I'm bout to run it up (Bout to run it up)
And shawty lookin at me girl you know I'm down to fuck (Down to fuck)
And all you niggas that be hating I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
I got them racks all on my body imma count it up (Count it up)
I'm bout to run it up
Count it up
I'm bout to run it up
Count it up
I'm bout to run it up
Count it up
I'm bout to run it up
You know the fuckin' vibes
(Aye)
I'm countin' them racks, them bitches be loving us soon as we step in the spot
(Step in the spot)
And niggas be muggin', They broke, They mad, They see us, And we got a lot
(We got a lot huh)
Don't argue wit niggas, cuz they get to chattin' and makin' the businesses hot (They do)
They fuck wit my money and if it get bad,then soon you be hearing the shots
But bitch I ain't say that I did it tho, come through all black with the hoody low
Fucked his hoe and I tossed her a tootsie roll
Said she love me (Ya girl is a silly hoe)
Bitch I'm paid and I look good, I can give a fuck two times, fuck twins with the good good
Know I'm givin' them good wood
Move How I want, when I want, anytime in your hood
These niggas be broke, these niggas they stroke
I'm like the fuck is they mad for
Fucked his bitch, and I kicked her out the back door
I got it all, what more can I ask for
This bitch outta luck, if she know wassup
If she ain't tryna hold it down
Hundred shots in my chop got another round
He play tough and my niggas gone gun him down
These niggas ain't tough, they moving real sus
And these bitches is basic
Copped a whip now they lovin' my lane switch
Talk hot and he gettin his brains split
Spanish mommy got me talkin' her language
She in the spot she don't care who she came with
So right my type she sanctioned
Count it up while I'm fuckin' his main bitch
And I'm just that nigga, conceited but still undefeated
These niggas can't talk to me
But watchin' my back, cuz niggas is snakes
And those be the same ones who stalkin' me
And I let em shine, fell back off my grind
Like Nigga what more do you want from me (What do you want)
I guess that's the cost of being the boss, you niggas is just like a son to me
I got them racks all on my body imma count it up (Count it up)
Got them new hundreds with the strips I'm bout to run it up (Bout to run it up)
And shawty lookin at me girl you know I'm down to fuck (Down to fuck)
And all you niggas that be hating I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
I got them racks all on my body imma count it up (Count it up)
Got them new hundreds with the strips I'm bout to run it up (Bout to run it up)
And shawty lookin at me girl you know I'm down to fuck (Down to fuck)
And all you niggas that be hating I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
All cash in the forecast
Rain on ya think them boys mad
So official I'm 26, seen 6 figures need more cash
Makin' noise like Azul bells
If she ain't fuckin' me a her girl will
Since 19 till I'm 42 flexin' hard nigga, where my Dumbbell?
I call the bro he gone rock wit me
And he prolly throw a shot for me
In the spot I keep the knots wit me
Stupid nigga this a glock silly
Fuck them niggas who is not with me
Middle finger to my haters, pocket rocket when it's danger, ballin' hard like a laker.
Bitch, they go so hard wit that Hatin' shit
I got them racks all on my body imma count it up (Count it up)
Got them new hundreds with the strips I'm bout to run it up (Bout to run it up)
And shawty lookin at me girl you know I'm down to fuck (Down to fuck)
And all you niggas that be hating I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
I got them racks all on my body imma count it up (Count it up)
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Writer(s): Tyrone Johnson
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