count up Lyrics

8 in the morning, I'm feenin for money

She looking at me, I can tell that she horny

My bitches ain average they greater than ten

Seeing dead faces, it feel like they lurking

They my luh companion, I love Benjamin

Cut the chase, I ain't taking no breaks

l still work everyday, I ain't pushing no pen

Peel back the roof, she be needing some sun

Big body truck, glockie is tucked

More than one way, only sayin this once

Please try your luck, sending you up

Niggas too fake, they be acting so tuff

Ceej keep it solid, he callin ya bluff

Still making hits since I dropped no remorse

Win thats must, turn you to dust

No baby girl, this ain no love

This shit is lust, shut up and take dick

Urus still parked in the front, Modded the truck

Know I ain basic

Ceej keep a tool in hands, just like a shed

Drac' in the basement

Lost a bad bitch I'm replacing, lost her again did the same shit

I make music that's feeding your soul

See the vision, I came wit a scope

If she bad I might fuck on her throat

Kiss her back, but I'm still gonna ghost

Pour a deuce, she gon pour up a fo

She addicted, she askin' for more

And she nasty she tryna record

Corleone get to stretching her core

Mixing the wok with the lemon & lime

Black berry sprite, sipping wit ice

Can't come around they be tellin me lies

Soon they gon die, droppin like flies

All kinda sticks, I'm gon keep me a fye

Tucked me a nine, in these Levi's

This a short clip, ima call it a vine

This the type shit get yo block redesigned

8 in the morning, I'm feenin for money

I drove to the bank, jus to count up again

She looking at me, I can tell that she horny

My bitches ain average they greater than ten

Seeing dead faces, it feel like they lurking

They my luh companion, I love Benjamin

Cut the chase, I ain't taking no breaks

l still work everyday, I ain't pushing no pen

See how they quick, jus to smile in your face

It's the game that they play, but i know it's they pretend

No time to play, only talk if it's pape

I jus love that blue face and I don't carry cash

Still keep a K, and I still gotta pray

So I won't have to spray, Imma send you to him

And I count up each day, I just stay out the way Im still locked in my lane, I don't need no new friends (yea)