Count It Lyrics

Count it, count it, count it, count it

Movin fast, count money bags She say I hate the way you live

Kiss the ring and count my cash

Bitch, I do not give a shit Dark shadow, high tops

I know that H&M yo shit

Cash cows and GTRs

I know they hate the way I spend

Don't give a fuck about your past

I know you a slut now

Move around, Dave Blunts

Big guns, big guns, I can't really put the cup down

You was just on my dick And now you wanna hate

Bitch, you gettin' dubbed now

808s on 808s I know you wishin' you had subs now

I'm blockin' rims and callin' fouls

And you gettin' shut down

Look, look, look, look

This bitch gettin' shook I can't believe her

I can't even bring the bitch around

The whole hood know she a treesha

Hold a hunnid one's to my head

The whole hood think I got a fever

Count it, count it, count it, count it

Movin fast, count money bags She say I hate the way you live

Kiss the ring and count my cash

Bitch, I do not give a shit Dark shadow, high tops

I know that H&M yo shit

Cash cows and GTRs

I know they hate the way I spend