COUNT Lyrics

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Count, Count, Count, Count

Count, Count, Count, Count

Count, Count, Count, Count

Count, Count, Count, Count

G-Wag, big body, yeah, hang out the roof

I'm counting dead bodies, yeah, my fingers they blue

Money everywhere

I text her red hearts like it's a February

I'm fucking this college bitch, she got another year

I told that lil shawty that I never cared, she still say she love it here

Benz truck, big body, hang out the roof or we hop out

We kill for hobby, that nigga don't wanna be opp now

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They some dead boys

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They some dead boys

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, bitch

I got a whole lot of money, I wrap in bands and I gave one to my bitch

I'm at the back door, back door, back door, I'm at the back door, I'm tryna blitz

Guess I'll settle for this Wockhardt, spent a couple months on Tris

I still ride with guns and pills

You know I'm cracking the pint, it's sealed

My diamonds they shine with no lights, bitch, yeah, It's real

I'm riding round town with my girlfriend, yeah, blue bills

I'm fucking that bitch, yeah, I'm fucking that bitch, yeah, off the pills

It's still free the ghost, we throw away the ghost guns

She just made a post, okay, then do what you want hun

I got hella hoes, don't trust her, I fuck with my damn gun

Money overflow, I make them racks on a Samsung

Whole lotta money, whole lotta money, whole lotta money

I'm in the coupe with some bunnies

Whole lotta money, whole lotta money, whole lotta money

I make her count that shit for me

Count, Count, Count, Count

Count, Count, Count, Count

Count, Count, Count, Count

Count, Count, Count, Count