Count It Up ft. Anim@l & Hurricane Ceasar Lyrics

Mayday mayday falco is here for his Money money darkside light this Bitch up

Count it up count up count it up

You got my money

Don't hold it up

Lamb truck when

I'm rolling up

Designer belt

Hold the fire up

Fucking with us

You out a luck

Head pop

Like tire buss

We dangerous

My aim is up

The dogs eating

That's major stuff

Weeds feeling like

Angel dust

Plant my seed

Then i'm out the cut

Implants really got her

hype as fuck

Count my paper

Right on her butt

Sniper are here

We ready for what

We ain't fear

Cockroaches are rats

I Already know where

Those niggas be at

Circled they block

Like I'm using a map

Counted up counted up counted up Got my money i'm showing up

Dead bodies all folding up every Time i get that rush

Pop off like a can a crush i just do What A killa does

Swap cars and i'm on a slope top Dog and i'm also the goat

Eighty nine fifty two fifty eight send My dogs to snatch the food off your Plate where i'm Form we ain't Playing it ain't safe the crown made A bad move on my case now i'm Back In the streets like never left i Got the recipe crusty be harassing Me chef it up like a meal The grind Ain't over till a nigga touch a mill if These label try to sign me they go Need like Fifty mill

Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough i need A bag and all the bucks Got enough Cash for all of us girl shake your ass Let me pour it up i wanna bang in Foreign truck count it up count it Up count it up two hundred milly is Not enough

Count it up count it up count it up Two hundred milly is not enough i Need A bag and all The bucks got Enough cash for all of us girl shake Your ass let me pour it up i wanna Bang in Foreign truck count it up Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough Hey

Look at the flick of the wrist man i Do that just to show off my shit i Ain't no slave but the Boy got the Wipe and out with some chains Cause they matching my fit i'm Legit in these Streets got this money On me don't make no mistake i'm Not your homie i'm like elon You Peons yeah we are shambles my shit Is like neon i'm eons a head you Niggas Hands don't get dirty i pay For the trigger i ain't no simp i ain't Buying no figure don't Even drink But i'm buying the liquor she gave It up now i'm eyeing the sister i kiss Her And left with her best friend You niggas act like the west end i Got some mob side don't Stress Them they on the block i get checks In still gotta check in i'm with the Bredgin you Don't get money man That is up setting i'm partly a Veteran i'm partly a king man i get Money is hardly a thing i want the Cream you keep the coffee Everything sweet my life is Toffee Know what i mean no one can stop Me muhammad ali you niggas Rocky

Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough i need A bag and all the bucks Got enough Cash for all of us girl shake your ass Let me pour it up i wanna bang in Foreign truck count it up count it Up count it up two hundred milly Is Not enough to

Count it up count it up count it up Two hundred milly is not enough i Need A bag and all The bucks got Enough cash for all of us girl shake Your ass let me pour it up i wanna Bang in foreign truck count it up Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough Hey