Count Up

Yeah, yeah (It's the Speaker Knockerz)

Yeah, yeah, aye

When I was a youngin' mama beat me with the belt

Everyday, she asked me what I'ma do with myself

I told her, I wanna get rich and get a house up on the hills

Started jigging for them bands, tryna stack a couple mill

When I went to school, I used to where the same clothes

They used to laugh and joke

But now, I'm fuckin' all these ****'s hoes

Patience was the key, now ****, all my bitches bad

I just might send one of my hoes

To come finesse you out your racks

Flexin' on these ****, pull up in a all black

If a **** run up wrong, we gonna lay his ass flat

Hold up, hold up, hold up, parking lot, doing donuts

Got your girl, giving brain, she deserves a diploma

Count, count, count, all I wanna do

Truthfully, man, I don't give two fucks 'bout you

I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves

Ridin' with the ratchets, better keep your cool

Count, count, count, all I wanna do

Truthfully, man, I don't give two fucks 'bout you

I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves

Ridin' with the ratchets, better keep your cool

I just made a jug off my iPhone (Skrrt)

I just fucked your bitch, made her walk home (Skrrt)

I just called my plug, need them quick racks (Skrrt)

I just turned a dollar into six racks (Skrrt)

I love countin' money, it's a fuckin' hobby

See it and I want it, then I gotta cop it

I be flipping money like it's acrobatics

I ain't with the talking, get the automatic

Count, count, count, all I wanna do

Truthfully, man, I don't give two fucks 'bout you

I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves

Ridin' with the ratchets, better keep your cool

Count, count, count, all I wanna do

Truthfully, man, I don't give two fucks 'bout you

I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves

Ridin' with the ratchets, better keep your cool