C O U N T T H A T (Remix) ft. Real Spit Lyrics

Get money like I'm 'sposed to

Still ride in a old school

Spend money like it's old news

My nigga I paid dues

Now you know what we gon' do, we gon'

Gon' count that, gon' count that

Gon' count that, we gon' count it up

Gon' count that, gon' count that

Gon' count that, we gon' count it up

I stay up on beast mode

A nigga winning got cheat codes

All I know is the g-code

You know how we roll when we roll

A hundred grams, pre rolled

Pistol under the peacoat

Loose lips, full clips

Til' the casket just like Clipse

All malice push this

Move bitch I'm ludicrous

Elevated on me (Ooh)

All my diamonds on V (Ooh)

Quarter pound of OG (Ooh)

I can count in my sleep (Ooh)

So count it up count it up count it up count it up

You go and count that we'll flip it and mound it up

Count my stacks with my eyes closed

Multiply that on my iPhone

Trick I got skills you would die for

And spit that sick shit pyro

Counting stacks counting stacks counting

Your chick on my lap bouncing

Got it raining money like a fountain

Steady pissing off my accountant ha

Copping my green by the ounces uh

Grated my cheese into mountains uh

Gimme my cream and I'm out this uh

So fuck y'all haters I'm counting (Stacks)

Making money is a habit

I ain't fucking with you maggots (Nah, nah)

Bitch niggas want some static, I'ma let 'em have it

Count my g's like collard greens, cabbage

That's automatic

All these flashing lights yeah

I can count all night yeah

They don't wanna see a nigga winning

So I'm going hard like twice yeah (Yea)

Get money like I'm sposed to

Still ride in a old school

Spend money like it's old news

My nigga I paid dues

Now you know what we gon' do we gon'

Gon' count that, gon' count that

Gon' count that, we gon' count it up

Gon' count that, gon' count that

Gon' count that, we gon' count it up

Whippin' the foreign, four hundred horses my motor be roaring

Foot to the flooring, gripping the leather can't see where I'm goin'

It's raining it's pouring

A nigga still winnin' I'm up on the score and

They sleeping, they snoring

But I see they deathbed and I'ma keep rolling

You keep it a hundred, I keep it a thousand

That's in Fahrenheit, Celsius or in Kelvin

All these niggas in trouble

Cause when you winnin' it's hard to be humble

I ain't hanging round no busters

Don't break bread, don't trust 'em

Ain't got time for no scuffle

Start some shit and we bustin'

Act like we ain't did nothing, drip back on straight stuntin'

All these flashing lights yeah

I can count all night yeah

They don't wanna see a nigga winnin

So I'm going hard like twice yeah (Yea)

I say all these flashing lights yeah

I can count all night yeah

They don't wanna see a nigga winnin

So I'm going hard like twice yeah (Yea)