Count It Up
Yeah count it up
You already know the deal
You niggas know what I dealt
Let just be for real
And while you at it young you
Just keep your artist still
And peel the rap off the
Blocks like a banana peel
Tell me can ya see the flake
One glance of that glitter
Make ya wanna shake
Adrenaline, rushing blood flowing
Through your veins
When you close your eyes at night
Do you be seeing things
'Cause nigga I was seeing things
At least a hundred at a time
And that's on everything
Magic city one-twelve, let me reminisce
A nigga must-a miss something how
Did it come to this
You got niggas runnin' round like
They run the town
Dope game, game over, jizzle's on the mound
Now watch me cock it right back
And hit a home run
Enough bricks at one time to build a home
Son
They like god damn young, boy, you on one
Everybody talkin' bricks but they don't own none
What ya niggas know about counting millions
The only place there ain't money
Is on the ceilin'
Now count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up
Take it all out your pocket, count it up
Count it up
Now count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up
Pull it all out your pocket count it up
Count it up
Im goin' in, fuck it, I'm goin' in
I was just about to check
Up the top let's begin
Let the room start to fill
Up with smoke no inhalin'
I turn this four into a
Nine I'll be in heaven
You leave here and get caught with
This nine I'll be a felon
I ain't the one for doing no
Time just know I'm bailin
The government don't really approve
Of what I'm selling
Get jammed up we all know the rules
There's no tellin'
Even though I came to bring you the word
I'm no reverend just a casualty in the game
More like a veteran
Ask me do I no treat babes and them cookies
Got fifteen hundred and dimes
When we was rookies
And tell me how I go up to at least thirty a chain
This one for the niggas out here doing they thing
Every day riskin it all deep in the game
Ain't about to ask a nigga for shit
I feel the same
They like god damn young, boy, you on one
Everybody talkin' bricks but they don't own none
What ya niggas know about counting millions
The only place there ain't money
Is on the ceilin'
Now count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up
Take it all out your pocket, count it up
Count it up
Now count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up
Pull it all out your pocket count it up
Count it up
So I don't know what ya been thinking for my
Birth day all I want is more Ben franklins
Secret society all we got is
Us my homie started
To bumpin' all we got was the bus
Had a drug raid and all we got was da flush
Had a court date all we got was da
Cuffs yea I spit that arm n hammer grammar
For the microphone 2 chains looking like da
Light is on made so much money smoking weed I
Can buy a lung 2 bricks same colors as my
2styrofoam Ok Turned a 62
Into a 4way more cut
Than Oj more cuts den a dj
Me and your girl n' her girl on 3 way yea
I'm running shit hundred mile really hundred in
The brief case now we talkin business
I value all my meals and I ain't talkin Wendy's
They like god damn young, boy, you on one
Everybody talkin' bricks but they don't own none
What ya niggas know about counting millions
The only place there ain't money
Is on the ceilin'
Now count it up, count it up, count it up
Count it up
Take it all out your pocket, count it up
Count it up
Now count it up, Gangsta Grillz