Count Up
Twentys Fifties
Hunnids
All that money bitch
Another quarter mill there bitch
Damn right
Yuh
Twentys
Fifties
Hundreds
Bitch i'm bout to count up
Eating up the money like piranhas
Watching them commas run up
Hop out that copter to the hummer nigga
I feel like the bird man
I feel Like the number one stunner
A Couple diamonds on the clock
This Rolly sick aye whats the word man
I guess them pussy niggas come up
Bout to count up
Count up
Big stacks
Wrapping this shit like a python
Just know nigga aint shit lacking
Quarter mill on a new package
Half a mill on the table grab it
Copped a contract with Amazon
Running like a marathon
Bought a new medallion
Got a bad stallion
(Say what)
Stay fly as a falcon
Moving them bodies
Like niggas be moving them packages
Still feel like trappin
All I know is keys
And I ain't talmbout a brick
New properties running monopolies
Im too legit to quit corporate shit
A gift straight from God
And I know I got it
I was born to beat the odds on them pussy
Nobody could block it
So many of you niggas missed the come up
Bitches know I'm one up
I swear these niggas be bitch and they be flaggin
Aint got shit to account for
Still waiting on that rapping shit
Steady claiming they be catching shit
Swear to God they be trapping
Till they begging on that cash app bitch
Hold up wait
Got me stepping up clean
In the lambo
My versace and my pockets chiching and hot as a candle
Twentys
Fifties
Hundreds
Bitch i'm bout to count up
Eating up the money like piranhas
Watching them commas run up
Hop out that copter to the hummer nigga
I feel like the bird man
I feel Like the number one stunner
A Couple diamonds on the clock
This Rolly sick aye what's the word man
I guess them pussy niggas come up
Bout to count up
Count up
Bank account steady jumpin
Whats the corona
Business boomin on fire
Hot as sauna
Tipping on these sixes
Sipping on this remy
I beenTalking to Janay bout credit
May get this Bentley
I been looking at this brand new semi
Shit I might rent it
Couple trade lines and I'll get it
And bout ten more to go with it
My bitch fucking me good
So I might make that her business
She been asking me about a daycare
Shit I still might go get it
Been talking to Jone about houses
Got a couple of them he flipping
That nigga been coming up good tho
Nigga been flixing up bandos
Been Thinking bout copping a car lot
Making it a hotspot
Getting them bitches
And flipping them bitches
And having them jumping like hopscotch
Ay nigga im top notch
Pocket full on the top notch
Still popping them rubber bands like im tip
With a lil black card
While them
Twenty
Fifties
Hundreds run up
Just bought a brand new DP twelve
For any pussy nigga run up
In my fur coat
In my corporate lil Frank Lucas
You a call this shit blue magic
If you knew just how I do it
But I keeping it moving
I got a meet in the morning
Imma pull up in the lambo
Imma be at the ritz carlton
Fucking her good
While we talking them plans tho
Twentys
Fifties
Hundreds
Bitch i'm bout to count up
Eating up the money like piranhas
Watching them commas run up
Hop out that copter to the hummer nigga
I feel like the bird man
I feel Like the number one stunner
A Couple diamonds on the clock
This Rolly sick aye whats the word man
I guess them pussy niggas come up
Bout to count up
Count up
Hunnids
All that money bitch
Another quarter mill there bitch
Damn right
Yuh
Twentys
Fifties
Hundreds
Bitch i'm bout to count up
Eating up the money like piranhas
Watching them commas run up
Hop out that copter to the hummer nigga
I feel like the bird man
I feel Like the number one stunner
A Couple diamonds on the clock
This Rolly sick aye whats the word man
I guess them pussy niggas come up
Bout to count up
Count up
Big stacks
Wrapping this shit like a python
Just know nigga aint shit lacking
Quarter mill on a new package
Half a mill on the table grab it
Copped a contract with Amazon
Running like a marathon
Bought a new medallion
Got a bad stallion
(Say what)
Stay fly as a falcon
Moving them bodies
Like niggas be moving them packages
Still feel like trappin
All I know is keys
And I ain't talmbout a brick
New properties running monopolies
Im too legit to quit corporate shit
A gift straight from God
And I know I got it
I was born to beat the odds on them pussy
Nobody could block it
So many of you niggas missed the come up
Bitches know I'm one up
I swear these niggas be bitch and they be flaggin
Aint got shit to account for
Still waiting on that rapping shit
Steady claiming they be catching shit
Swear to God they be trapping
Till they begging on that cash app bitch
Hold up wait
Got me stepping up clean
In the lambo
My versace and my pockets chiching and hot as a candle
Twentys
Fifties
Hundreds
Bitch i'm bout to count up
Eating up the money like piranhas
Watching them commas run up
Hop out that copter to the hummer nigga
I feel like the bird man
I feel Like the number one stunner
A Couple diamonds on the clock
This Rolly sick aye what's the word man
I guess them pussy niggas come up
Bout to count up
Count up
Bank account steady jumpin
Whats the corona
Business boomin on fire
Hot as sauna
Tipping on these sixes
Sipping on this remy
I beenTalking to Janay bout credit
May get this Bentley
I been looking at this brand new semi
Shit I might rent it
Couple trade lines and I'll get it
And bout ten more to go with it
My bitch fucking me good
So I might make that her business
She been asking me about a daycare
Shit I still might go get it
Been talking to Jone about houses
Got a couple of them he flipping
That nigga been coming up good tho
Nigga been flixing up bandos
Been Thinking bout copping a car lot
Making it a hotspot
Getting them bitches
And flipping them bitches
And having them jumping like hopscotch
Ay nigga im top notch
Pocket full on the top notch
Still popping them rubber bands like im tip
With a lil black card
While them
Twenty
Fifties
Hundreds run up
Just bought a brand new DP twelve
For any pussy nigga run up
In my fur coat
In my corporate lil Frank Lucas
You a call this shit blue magic
If you knew just how I do it
But I keeping it moving
I got a meet in the morning
Imma pull up in the lambo
Imma be at the ritz carlton
Fucking her good
While we talking them plans tho
Twentys
Fifties
Hundreds
Bitch i'm bout to count up
Eating up the money like piranhas
Watching them commas run up
Hop out that copter to the hummer nigga
I feel like the bird man
I feel Like the number one stunner
A Couple diamonds on the clock
This Rolly sick aye whats the word man
I guess them pussy niggas come up
Bout to count up
Count up
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Writer(s): Eugene Jabbar Smith, Piatt Fitzgerald
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