Count Up! Lyrics

Came from the bottom, bitch I'm mother fuckin' hungry

Stackin up, I get a bag, nobody stoppin' me

Everything I like in life is green, I like that money

Young nigga rackin' up, stackin' up, put it on me

I'm soon to be sellin' your tees

Designed by Nomad, he a goat, he a beast

Link up with Quinn and we cook up the beat

Shout out to Knott, I got knots on me

Druggin', juggin', might get wok on me

Are you down, are you ready?

Let's match that fire with fetti

Let's get breaded like delis

Such a duo, we deadly

Might get married to Carlie

You're like Dee, I'm like Charlie

Time to fuck up the party

Let me look in my wallet

(I'm broke as fuck)

Go up and get off yo ass

Go up and get to the bag, yeah yeah

Niggas be blowin' a bag for the gram, gotta put that in yo stash, yeah

Makin' that money and whippin' it fast, I'm doin' that muh' fuckin dash, door

Ate some white bitch food last night and now they on my ass, wait

That bih got blacked, hol' up

I hit from the back, hol' up

I want that gas, roll up

I want my stacks, count up

Count up, counter, count up, I count up

Count up, counter, count up, I count up

Invested, I'm ready

I cook up baguettis

My main course the fetti, yeah

I'm down and I'm ready, yeah

I know where I'm heading, yeah

I'll kill for my shine

I know it's my time

Prepare for the light

Count up, counter, count up, I count up

Count up, counter, count up, I count up

Niggas been tryna get money

Yo, to the chick whose DoorDash I ate - I'm not sorry.