COUNT $$$ ft. caerpackage Lyrics

I DONT EVEN NEED TO THINK ABOUT THIS SHIT

I just KNOW this shit's gonna go off

I just KNOW that shit with my mf SOUL my guy (woah woah)

I aint even TRIPPIN I ain't even THINK about what I'm sayin'

Im jus KRRRRRA

Yeah yeah.

Countin my $$$

Get out of my way

U are not all that u say

You cannot keep up the pace

Don't even think about it

U cannot mess up my fate

Think that u FAKE

Look at me

Think that I'm great

Countin' my $$$

Get out of my way

Everyday I breath

I'm BLESSED

Mess around

And count my cheques

YES YES

Y'all ain't really see me yet

Grateful I ain't bang no set

Prayin imma keep my breath

I stay workin

Get on my PURPOSE

I need a house for my mom n' em

You slow me down

We got problems

All in my space

Get out my FACE

We keep it looking ASTONISHING

Building a rocket ship

BOOM

Put the gold in my tomb

Baby love the new shoes

Put the sun in my blues

Yeah

I'm the KING

And it's true

Countin my $$$

Get out of my way

U are not all that u say

You cannot keep up the pace

Don't even think about it

U cannot mess up my faith

Think that u FAKE

Look at me

Think that I'm great

Countin' my $$$

Get out of my way

I'm in a suburban

Counting this colourful currency

You know I'm from canada eh

But if they ask do not refer to me

Broke in the game like a burglary

Got in my bag and it's burgundy

She don't want nothing but burberry

Feature with MER so the verse scary

Counting this colourful cash

Me and lil bro do the dash

Took a lil break then I came back with a cast

Now ever move got a clip attached

Play the tracks then they run it back

Cuz the couldn't get enough of that

Splitting woods like a lumberjack

Me and bro that's the caerpack

Countin my $$$

Get out of my way

U are not all that u say

You cannot keep up the pace

Don't even think about it

U cannot mess up my fate

Think that u fake

Look at me

Think that I'm great

Countin' my $$$

Get out of my way

Quit dodging every little problem

And they'll stop falling on you like the raindrops

Light footed when I'm downtown

Cause the east end be the main spot

Big raised off of motown

Off of ludacris and off of gamestop

I don't play when I come around

They get real quiet when my name drop

Imma be okay babe

I just need a blunt

If I send a pack would you roll like 2 up

Bitch I'm like peroxide

Im inside the cut

Got my own bag

Self-checkout count it up

Countin my $$$

Get out of my way

U are not all that u say

You cannot keep up the pace

Don't even think about it

U cannot mess up my faith

Think that u fake

Look at me

Think that I'm great

Countin' my $$$

Get out of my way

Countin' my $$$

Get out of my way

Countin' my $$$

Get out of my way