Count It Up Lyrics

Count that money up
Stack that money up
Really I do this shit all day
We can't be cuddle up
I can't be stuck with her
I'm in and out of them hallways
Yeah they hate on me
I tell them to wait on me
Shit I been doin ok
My numbers going up
You don't do enough
But I ain't throwing no shade
Can't even roll a blunt
Phone keep blowing up
Young niggas so paid
Make her open up
Shawty know what's up
I sent her ass in the Benz
Money got longer
(?) got stronger
Take a look at the (?)
I'm so enormous
Sorry your honor
But these niggas wanted the drama
I can not help it
Maybe I'm selfish
(?) when a nigga was helpless
All of the shit that we dealt with
Back then they ever felt it
Now they don't like me
They do not like me
(?) the nigga beside me
I dare a nigga to try me
If you want me
Bitch you know where to find me

(Chorus)
Count that money up (x3)
Count that money up (x3)
Add it up
Can't get away from these cameras
She want me but she ain't bad enough
Make my bitch get my name tatted up

Count that money up (x3)
Count it up
(?) not enough
Sipping and rolling that sour up
f*ck you bitch my money pilin up

(Howie DoDat)
Chasing money like I got none
Getting bucks like a shotgun Your honor I got a problem
All I think about is (?)
New chain new watch
Flag tied. 2pac
New rent new lot
We here you're not
Pocket rocket for you pocket watching niggas
I'm just counting all this money up
You couldn't never stop it
We be bottle popping
f*ck the club up til the sun is coming up
Gettin money til sun down
Sorry girl I gotta f*ck and leave
Ain't no time for making love now
So she hate it when I gotta f*cking leave
But I gotta go
Mean and a lot of Zoe's
Yeah we them vagabonds
Rocking a lot of Gold
Time is money is the time I'm on
Working hard numbers going up
Hit the spot and then Zoe'd up
(?) told us
Locs with me and the going up
Homies with me they do the same
Loyalty' all we ask for
And for that we guaranteeing you the same
Count it up count it up
Really doing what the song say
Count it up count it up
Corey tell them what we doing all day

(Chorus)
Count that money up (x3)
Count that money up (x3)
Add it up
Can't get away from these cameras
She want me but she ain't bad enough
Make my bitch get my name tatted up

Count that money up (x3)
Count it up
(?) not enough
Sipping and rolling that sour up
f*ck you bitch my money pilin up

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