Count It Up
Time is so unspoken, “Money counter count the paper “
Yeah my grind I feel it’s perfect, how I rubber band them faces
Don’t do Friendship with these niggas ion even do relationship
Went and crystal cleared my vision. Lazy tag with all you haters
Count it up gone mount it up, pppppppppppppppppppp
Yeah I’m tired of cars buying brinks trucks really living what I dreamed of made it out the gutter with my team bruh
Count it up 16x
Verse 1:
Go get the gwola , yeah perfectly stacked
Reclining some paper, while smoking the gas
Ran up this money, I did it so fast, I’m balling like Kobe, black snake in the grass
So independent SD on y’all ass I’m coming for legends like Wayne & the clan
Serving my city the latest of gas
Niggas be cap can’t relate to my strands
Or Bands
Stop all that playing, special edition for you and yo mans
18 my shot, that’s with on in the head
Swear he gone drop, taking shots for the win
Man the recession put knots in my pants.
Walking with limp & a tipsy lil sag
Swear that my drip know it’s laced with them racks
Designers my jeans can’t Relate to my stamps
2nd verse
Paper cuts lately been getting so deep
Plug going crazy out west with the Ps
Waited so patient the figures on me
Shout out my bruthas stayed down with the team
Y’all niggas be hating but broke that ain’t G
Ain’t got respect for you niggas y’all feins
Really be calling first name on the scene
Want leave no witnesses shit run in my jeans
Pull up all actions no cap on my street
Couple lil bands to throw at yo feet
Kobe my cup leaning on the scene
Murk in the cut so don’t make it a scene
DonB my brutha don’t make em say green
Dulla gone up know I die for my team
Really we up so don’t need with you lames
If it ain’t about money it’s not bout a thing course