Counting Up Lyrics

Pulling his bitch cause I like when she texting her man to come scoop when I'm done That's fasho

Feel like I'm dripping in sauce with the cheddar like pizza the way I been rolling in dough

Feel like I'm Uzi, I'm stacking my money, the counter been beeping 4 + 4

Bitch I been balling shit like I'm in Madden the way I been running for the low

Said Milly why she don't like Leo's

Hopping out the drop top coupe if she legal

Tell her bring a friend, 1 and 2 make a trio

We gon make a movie, no Regal

Now I'm catching a flight when I land

I spread out the money, it's all in my hands

I just been counting up, counting up, counting up, counting up, racking up, racking the Bands

I'm telling the main that the side ain't a worry, they something that don't even matter

Really I'm eating like 20 course meals cause I like to have bitch on my platter

I'm on my way to the top, I been working on something like climbing the ladder

She thought that she could do better than me, I called it, she going out sadder

She broke but I'm up, bitch I'm doing great

I'll buy a house on a hill with a lake

Swear that the money ain't ever a struggle for me, I just ain't gonna pay for our date

I ain't gonna let that bitch know what I make

I'm stepping on hundreds right over the gate

Feel like a fisherman throwing the money around just to see what girl taking the bait

Your bitch gonna fall for that shit, I ain't bout a chair but I'm rocking your bitch

Got so many clones that be stealing my look, tryna copy my drip, steady mocking my Shit

It don't even matter, bitches get skinny but money get fatter

Don't want your girl, said I'm done, I just had her

I got an upgrade, my bitch badder

Said Milly why she don't like Leo's

Hopping out the drop top coupe if she legal

Tell her bring a friend, 1 and 2 make a trio

We gon make a movie, no Regal

Now I'm catching a flight when I land

I spread out the money, it's all in my hands

I just been counting up, counting up, counting up, counting up, racking up, racking the Bands

Bentley my truck and it look like a semi

I bought a Bugatti that look like a Bentley

I tuck my Lavato, ain't talking about Demi

I'm calling it p'ed off, ain't calling it petty

I ball from the back, bitch I'm NBA hooping

Out in LA with a cougar, I'm cooling

They'll peep me with Tjay, we young and we ruthless

Think I'm pathological, baby I'm truthless

Ain't worried about bitches or snitches or fetty

Don't worry bout me and don't ask if I'm ready

I hit like a bear, I ain't talking about teddy

The man of your dreams, I ain't talking about Freddy

Got dick in her mouth, now I'm calling her toothless

I play with her feelings cause lil baby foolish

Get popped like a cherry, now lil baby fruitless

They know what I say and they know that I do it

Aye, bruising her ass, imma beat it up

Tell her come keep it up, flood out my wrist, imma freeze it up

I might go cop a new freezer, the one I got broken and I'm sure it already seen enough

Lucky 7, no dice roll

Tunnel vision, no blindfold

Might just hit with my eyes closed

Check the weather, it's ice cold

I gotta get rid of my clones man, they stealing my style and clothes man

They mocking me head to my toe man, but they ain't even close to my flow man

Step back, DeRozan, whenever I'm shooting it goes in

I'm getting the grass like a goat man, I hop in the jag, I'm on go man

I can't trust these bitches baby, I can't trust these hoes, no

I got tunnel vision when I'm getting to the dough, hoe

Your man wasn't getting no money so I had to let you know so

I got 20 something playing Hold Up at a show, hoe

Said Milly why she don't like Leo's

Hopping out the drop top coupe if she legal

Tell her bring a friend, 1 and 2 make a trio

We gon make a movie, no Regal

Now I'm catching a flight when I land

I spread out the money, it's all in my hands

I just been counting up, counting up, counting up, counting up, racking up, racking the Bands