Count Up Lyrics

I'm that nigga, need I remind ya

Put candy paint on the Impala and sit it on Mamba's

Underground street clothing that kill yo designer

They sending out an APB, I just killed the vagina

I'm hitting corners with the moves, bitch I'm Jordy Nelson

Coast to coast raising stakes like I'm Van Helsing

Fire up that blow torch like a nigga welding

Whip that shattered wax around, now a nigga melting (Dabs!)

In the lab like dermatologists, making up the hottest shit

My block like the Gaza Strip & drug dealers anonymous

Yo girl is monogamous, mines an anthropologist

Grab the mic and make the crowd move like some colonists

I just pledge allegiance to this paper and my Mama'nem

Smoke this herb than I play with words like a homonym

DK international, Dirk the way I shoot the gift

They ask me don't hurt em with the hammer but I'm too legit to quit

First I'ma stack and invest

Make sure my people is set

What I'm gon do with the rest?

I'ma go fuck up a check

Count up 100, 100, 100 and count up 100 again

Beach house out in France, streets too small for the Benz

Oh you must got me mistaken, I don't see the hating

Oh you must got me mistaken, I don't see the hating

Count up a 100, 100, 100 & count up 100 again

I mean 100, 100, 100, count up 100 again

Verse 2

Spread love and I get it back, if you crip or you bickin back

Black Panther or a Black stone, not a gangsta, I ain't in the trap

But the real recognize the real, eye to eye or you prolly fake

Prolly snake, or you prolly rat, prolly sold Malcolm out to the jakes

Prolly sold Martin out to the feds, I'm tryna air out in every bush

I'm tryna come down in a Porsche, I'm tryna smoke every single kush

I'm Bob Johnson and I need a Oprah, she can bring Gail with her too

Inhale the indonesia, exhale through the moon roof

This is that Super Kali Southernplayalistic, that It Was Written to a Flawless instrumental

Me falling off, that shit just ain't too realistic, watch how I flip it, like the GZA, keep it simple

From December to November I'ma get it, I'm talking bout Black Friday to Thanksgiving

I see them niggas that you ride with just ain't winning, you might be Karl Malone or Dan Marino, pimpin

First I'ma stack and invest

Make sure my people is set

What I'm gon do with the rest?

I'ma go fuck up a check

Count up 100, 100, 100 and count up 100 again

Beach house out in France, streets too small for the Benz

Oh you must got me mistaken, I don't see the hating

Oh you must got me mistaken, I don't see the hating

Count up a 100, 100, 100 & count up 100 again

I mean 100, 100, 100, count up 100 again

Make money, money, money

You can't take from me, from me

Take from me, from me, from me

Nu unh, no way

Better make money, money

You can't take from me, from me

Take from me, from me, from me

Cos if you don't care, than I don't care

But SAFS Crew running this shit, from year to year

Said if you don't care, than I don't care

But D-K saving the game from ear to ear, now let's go!