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