Count It Up (feat. Anim@l & Hurricane Ceasar)
Mayday mayday falco is here for his Money money darkside light this Bitch up
Count it up count up count it up
You got my money
Don't hold it up
Lamb truck when
I'm rolling up
Designer belt
Hold the fire up
Fucking with us
You out a luck
Head pop
Like tire buss
We dangerous
My aim is up
The dogs eating
That's major stuff
Weeds feeling like
Angel dust
Plant my seed
Then i'm out the cut
Implants really got her
hype as fuck
Count my paper
Right on her butt
Sniper are here
We ready for what
We ain't fear
Cockroaches are rats
I Already know where
Those niggas be at
Circled they block
Like I'm using a map
Counted up counted up counted up Got my money i'm showing up
Dead bodies all folding up every Time i get that rush
Pop off like a can a crush i just do What A killa does
Swap cars and i'm on a slope top Dog and i'm also the goat
Eighty nine fifty two fifty eight send My dogs to snatch the food off your Plate where i'm Form we ain't Playing it ain't safe the crown made A bad move on my case now i'm Back In the streets like never left i Got the recipe crusty be harassing Me chef it up like a meal The grind Ain't over till a nigga touch a mill if These label try to sign me they go Need like Fifty mill
Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough i need A bag and all the bucks Got enough Cash for all of us girl shake your ass Let me pour it up i wanna bang in Foreign truck count it up count it Up count it up two hundred milly is Not enough
Count it up count it up count it up Two hundred milly is not enough i Need A bag and all The bucks got Enough cash for all of us girl shake Your ass let me pour it up i wanna Bang in Foreign truck count it up Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough Hey
Look at the flick of the wrist man i Do that just to show off my shit i Ain't no slave but the Boy got the Wipe and out with some chains Cause they matching my fit i'm Legit in these Streets got this money On me don't make no mistake i'm Not your homie i'm like elon You Peons yeah we are shambles my shit Is like neon i'm eons a head you Niggas Hands don't get dirty i pay For the trigger i ain't no simp i ain't Buying no figure don't Even drink But i'm buying the liquor she gave It up now i'm eyeing the sister i kiss Her And left with her best friend You niggas act like the west end i Got some mob side don't Stress Them they on the block i get checks In still gotta check in i'm with the Bredgin you Don't get money man That is up setting i'm partly a Veteran i'm partly a king man i get Money is hardly a thing i want the Cream you keep the coffee Everything sweet my life is Toffee Know what i mean no one can stop Me muhammad ali you niggas Rocky
Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough i need A bag and all the bucks Got enough Cash for all of us girl shake your ass Let me pour it up i wanna bang in Foreign truck count it up count it Up count it up two hundred milly Is Not enough to
Count it up count it up count it up Two hundred milly is not enough i Need A bag and all The bucks got Enough cash for all of us girl shake Your ass let me pour it up i wanna Bang in foreign truck count it up Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough Hey