Count Up (feat. FRThekidd)

(I do not know why they want my racks)
(I know that's facts)
(They don't really love you I know that's cap)
(I'm so sad, I'm so sad, oh yea)
(Oh yeah, woooahh)
(Woahhh wooahh woahh)

Brodie just count up the bag, you know that I want the bag
All of these niggas they mad, I got shit that you don't have
I might pull up in a Jag, I cannot drive the Rav
And I'm living my life but I'm sad, I'm so sad

I do not know why they want my racks, uh
Bitches ain't shit I know that's facts
They don't really love you I know that's cap
Before you ask get off yo ass

Stop living life in the past
Brand new Audi go fast
All of my opps they in last
So many snakes in the grass
But I'm ballin' like Brandon Bass
Bad lil bitch in my class, if I see you at church Imma click at mass
Baby girl shake your ass

Uh, I rock Givenchy they envy
Now I be riding around in a Bentley intently
That lil bitch is friendly
Now I could get anyone who called me ugly in elementary, yeah

Count up green, what do you mean?
Glock wit a beam, I got shit you've never seen
I'm smoking on evergreen
Brodie pour that clever lean

(Brodie pour that clever leeean)
(I'm smoking on evergreee-eeen)
(What do you meee-eean, yeah)

Brodie just count up the bag, you know that I want the bag
All of these niggas they mad, I got shit that you don't have
I might pull up in a Jag, I cannot drive the Rav
And I'm living my life but I'm sad, I'm so sad

I do not know why they want my racks, uh
Bitches ain't shit I know that's facts
They don't really love you I know that's cap
Before you ask get off yo ass



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Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah, Frandy Roque
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