Count It Up

Can't fuck with these bitches they think that I'm dumb Just iced out my wrist now my wrist feeling numb Aint asking for handouts, ain't showing my palm I'm finna blow up boy I feel like a bomb These girls are sad they messing with bums I carry a bankroll, it ain't full of ones I had to go missing like I'm on the run I'm flexing some money you flexing a gun My dad told me to go hustle be smart So I did it straight from the jump I had to stay out them late nights to count up I always kept that from my mom Now I'm in a building with rappers and strippers I knew this would finally come Thank God for all of these blessings I'm seeing Cuz I ain't no where near done I gotta get diamonds, my neck like the sun This girl like to blow, she gone blow out her lungs All this money I'm flexing she saying she sprung I been waiting for years for this moment to come Now these racks and stacks stuffed all in my pocket Boy this shit look like a lump And rapping used to be a lil hobby I cannot do it for fun Get to that money and count it up I get to that bread and mount it up Get to that money and count it up I get to that bread and mount it up Get to that money and count it up I get to that bread and mount it up Aye Get to that money and count it up I get to that bread and mount it up I get to the money stacks I get to that money and racks I get to that money relax I get to that money that's stacks You grinding for fun I grind for a reason Feel like imma cop a new whip every season I wanted a 'Vette I ain't copping no demon I counted 10 bands I thought I was dreaming Addicted to swiping On God I was feigning I wanted a girl these hoes be cheating Imma mary a bank when I bust It I'm leaving Marry a bank when I bust it I'm leaving Just cause we ain't beefing don't think that we even Don't talking or speaking up outta this beating Just know when we see you we leaving you leaking He said he gone kill me I guess that he teasing Don't send me no threats, we will leave you in pieces Imma good guy but my niggas are heathens Yo girl ain't even bad she not even decent I got sauce for yo chick, uhuh Polynesians Get to that money and count it up I get to that bread and mount it up Get to that money and count it up I get to that bread and mount it up Get to that money and count it up I get to that bread and mount it up Aye Get to that money and count it up I get to that bread and mount it up I get to the money stacks I get to that money and racks I get to that money relax I get to that money that's stacks