commas
(Yea, aye, yea)
Yea, we get the racks and the hop out the dually
(Yeah, yeah)
We count up for fun, we the ones that do it
(Ya, we the ones)
Press one button got niggas that'll do it
(Do it, do it)
And they get you gone while they get the racks off the floor
(Yeah, yea)
Yeah we counting racks lil' nigga tell me what you on
(Yeah)
Yeah, I'm going to fast in the Maybach I'm gone
(I'm gone)
Yeah
Goneeeee and it only takes one call
And da' nigga tom taking off his top
(Yea)
Riding round with the top down, let it go
Riding round let em shots off, let it blow
Riding round with the choppa' let it bang
Even though we count hundreds you know we remain the same
(Same, yea)
Just keep counting up them 50's ain't no 1's
We do this shit for fun
We wake up early morning
(Morning)
We count racks up at the dawn
You know this here what we doing
Big bank account lotta commas, no you don't want no drama
(Yeah, yea)
(Yea, this shit so cutthroat)
Yea, we get the racks and the hop out the dually
(Yeah, yeah)
We count up for fun, we the ones that do it
(Ya, we the ones)
Press one button got niggas that'll do it
(Do it, do it)
And they get you gone while they get the racks off the floor
(Yeah, yea)
Yeah we counting racks lil' nigga tell me what you on
(Yeah)
Yeah, I'm going to fast in the Maybach I'm gone
(I'm gone)
Yeah
Goneeeee and it only takes one call
And da' nigga tom taking off his top
(Yea)
(Top down, let it go)
(Shots off, let em blow)
Big bank account lotta commas, no you don't want no drama
(Yeah, yea)
Yea, we get the racks and the hop out the dually
(Yeah, yeah)
We count up for fun, we the ones that do it
(Ya, we the ones)
Press one button got niggas that'll do it
(Do it, do it)
And they get you gone while they get the racks off the floor
(Yeah, yea)
Yeah we counting racks lil' nigga tell me what you on
(Yeah)
Yeah, I'm going to fast in the Maybach I'm gone
(I'm gone)
Yeah
Goneeeee and it only takes one call
And da' nigga tom taking off his top
(Yea)
Riding round with the top down, let it go
Riding round let em shots off, let it blow
Riding round with the choppa' let it bang
Even though we count hundreds you know we remain the same
(Same, yea)
Just keep counting up them 50's ain't no 1's
We do this shit for fun
We wake up early morning
(Morning)
We count racks up at the dawn
You know this here what we doing
Big bank account lotta commas, no you don't want no drama
(Yeah, yea)
(Yea, this shit so cutthroat)
Yea, we get the racks and the hop out the dually
(Yeah, yeah)
We count up for fun, we the ones that do it
(Ya, we the ones)
Press one button got niggas that'll do it
(Do it, do it)
And they get you gone while they get the racks off the floor
(Yeah, yea)
Yeah we counting racks lil' nigga tell me what you on
(Yeah)
Yeah, I'm going to fast in the Maybach I'm gone
(I'm gone)
Yeah
Goneeeee and it only takes one call
And da' nigga tom taking off his top
(Yea)
(Top down, let it go)
(Shots off, let em blow)
Big bank account lotta commas, no you don't want no drama
(Yeah, yea)
Credits
Writer(s): David Tenorio, Joseph Nathan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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