Aye, Count Yo Bag

Oof, runnin up a g, im in the booth and thats the move
We pull as a crew and act a fool, thats how we do,
Run around the block and get some gwop, I'm dodgin all the blues
Old girls askin me to hang out, and I reply, who are you
By myself now, and I think i should go ahead and start to rack em up
I'm catchin bodies, and aint talkin bout no coffin em
She said she wanna take a ride, by my side,
Sorry lady, but I need to hit the drive,
Go and Count it up
I want the bennies by my side
Finna run it up
Twenty fifties, in a rubber band
Finna stack it up
Count yo bag
Count yo bag
Count yo bag
Count yo bag
Count yo bag
Get a bag
Sorry fam, but need to hit the drive,
Gotta Count it up
Want the bennies by my side
And out here finna run it up
Twenty fifties in a rubber band
Finna stack it up
Twenty fifties in a rubber band
Finna run it up
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Paper right
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya
Money up
Dont know bout you, but i need that LLC
Lotsa lotsa cash, I need to pay that artist fee
I want the major leagues, but afraid to say up next you see
Them two words are a curse, they get the money then they lose it quick
Thats not a joke,
To measure up to A List Squad, but keep my money though
Gotta Count it up
Want the bennies by my side
And out here finna run it up
Twenty fifties in a rubber band
Finna stack it up
Count yo bag
Count yo bag
Count yo bag
Count yo bag
Count yo bag
Get a bag
Sorry fam, but I need to hit the drive,
Gotta Count it up
Want the bennies by my side
And out here finna run it up
Twenty-fifties in a rubber band
Finna run it up
Gotta save myself
Gotta save myself
Gotta save myself



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Writer(s): Leeson Bryce
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