Count Up Songtext
von Key Glock
Count Up Songtext
Ayy, -
Hah (huh), -
Sosa 808 got this - knockin′ -, ayy-ayy
One, two (two), -, I'm gettin′ my loot (loot)
Three, four (three, four), trappin' is a sport
Five, six (five, six), -, I'm really rich (rich)
Seven, eight (ayy-ayy-ayy), tell me why these - hate
Nine, ten (ten), pulled up in a Benz (let′s go)
11, 12 (what?), I be fresh as hell
13, 14, I got some for sale (I got it)
15, 16, money everywhere (racks)
All this damn money, I got money everywhere
All this damn money, I got money everywhere
All this damn money, I got money everywhere
(I got) money over here, (I got) money over there (I got)
Hunnids, 50s, 20s in my front and back pockets (racks-racks, racks-racks, racks)
Rice Krispie choppa, I′ma snap, crack, and pop him (bah)
Lil' Glock be the topic (bah), all you - do is gossip (-)
Go to Neiman Marcus with a barbie, spend the profit (bankroll)
Never been a trick (no), I been havin′ sh- (I got it)
You think I'm a lick? (What?), let my choppa spit (fire)
Never been a trick (uh-uh), I been havin′ sh- (Glock)
You think I'm a lick? (What?), let my choppa spit (man down)
One, two (two), -, I′m gettin' my loot (loot)
Three, four (three, four), trappin' is a sport
Five, six (five, six), -, I′m really rich (rich)
Seven, eight (ayy-ayy-ayy), tell me why these - hate
Nine, ten (ten), pulled up in a Benz (let′s go)
11, 12 (what?), I be fresh as hell
13, 14, I got some for sale (I got it)
15, 16, money everywhere (racks)
Got a Gl-17 on me, -, I-I double dare (I dare you)
Go and ask yo' -, yeah I pull triggers, I pull hair (ayy-ayy, yeah)
And I be fresh as hell, make these - stop and stare, yeah (glare)
I be killin′ s-, they tryna give yo' boy the chair (yeah)
I′m pourin' out the p-, it got me movin′ like a snail (mud)
I bust up on yo' -, and then I go bust down a bale (yeah)
Rolex on me, yeah, I talk - like Ric Flair (Dae Dae, woo)
Rolex on me, yeah, I talk - like Ric Flair (-, woo)
One, two (two), -, I'm gettin′ my loot (loot)
Three, four (three, four), trappin′ is a sport
Five, six (five, six), -, I'm really rich (rich)
Seven, eight (ayy-ayy-ayy), tell me why these - hate
Nine, ten (ten), pulled up in a Benz (let′s go)
11, 12 (what?), I be fresh as hell
13, 14, I got some for sale (I got it)
15, 16, money everywhere (racks)
Money everywhere, yeah-yeah
Hah, -, I got money everywhere, -
Ayy
Hah (huh), -
Sosa 808 got this - knockin′ -, ayy-ayy
One, two (two), -, I'm gettin′ my loot (loot)
Three, four (three, four), trappin' is a sport
Five, six (five, six), -, I'm really rich (rich)
Seven, eight (ayy-ayy-ayy), tell me why these - hate
Nine, ten (ten), pulled up in a Benz (let′s go)
11, 12 (what?), I be fresh as hell
13, 14, I got some for sale (I got it)
15, 16, money everywhere (racks)
All this damn money, I got money everywhere
All this damn money, I got money everywhere
All this damn money, I got money everywhere
(I got) money over here, (I got) money over there (I got)
Hunnids, 50s, 20s in my front and back pockets (racks-racks, racks-racks, racks)
Rice Krispie choppa, I′ma snap, crack, and pop him (bah)
Lil' Glock be the topic (bah), all you - do is gossip (-)
Go to Neiman Marcus with a barbie, spend the profit (bankroll)
Never been a trick (no), I been havin′ sh- (I got it)
You think I'm a lick? (What?), let my choppa spit (fire)
Never been a trick (uh-uh), I been havin′ sh- (Glock)
You think I'm a lick? (What?), let my choppa spit (man down)
One, two (two), -, I′m gettin' my loot (loot)
Three, four (three, four), trappin' is a sport
Five, six (five, six), -, I′m really rich (rich)
Seven, eight (ayy-ayy-ayy), tell me why these - hate
Nine, ten (ten), pulled up in a Benz (let′s go)
11, 12 (what?), I be fresh as hell
13, 14, I got some for sale (I got it)
15, 16, money everywhere (racks)
Got a Gl-17 on me, -, I-I double dare (I dare you)
Go and ask yo' -, yeah I pull triggers, I pull hair (ayy-ayy, yeah)
And I be fresh as hell, make these - stop and stare, yeah (glare)
I be killin′ s-, they tryna give yo' boy the chair (yeah)
I′m pourin' out the p-, it got me movin′ like a snail (mud)
I bust up on yo' -, and then I go bust down a bale (yeah)
Rolex on me, yeah, I talk - like Ric Flair (Dae Dae, woo)
Rolex on me, yeah, I talk - like Ric Flair (-, woo)
One, two (two), -, I'm gettin′ my loot (loot)
Three, four (three, four), trappin′ is a sport
Five, six (five, six), -, I'm really rich (rich)
Seven, eight (ayy-ayy-ayy), tell me why these - hate
Nine, ten (ten), pulled up in a Benz (let′s go)
11, 12 (what?), I be fresh as hell
13, 14, I got some for sale (I got it)
15, 16, money everywhere (racks)
Money everywhere, yeah-yeah
Hah, -, I got money everywhere, -
Ayy
Writer(s): Brandon Parker, Markeyvius Cathey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com