Count It -

(Oh… It feels so good to fuck your bitch

I’m finally get rich

Yeah yeah)

Count it, count it, count it, I keep stacking at this bands

I can’t find love why you tryna hold my hand

I know you ain’t loyal you just want me for the best

Even for the fame I won’t change upon my man

Ay ay ay, look, I know you ain’t real

Ay ay ay, look, I know how you feel

Count it, count it, count it, I keep stacking at this bands

Count it, count it, count it, I keep stacking at this bands

Count it, count it, count it, I keep stacking at this bands

Imma pour some lean and then I goin pop a xanax

Do the most get some high flow ain’t you bitch above

Ride a wave but I’m on the coast, growing up some dope

And you know got some killas too, they gon' shoot

You know, acting like you don’t

All this size around my neck I think I got a coat

Niggas keep on hatin' tell them pull up with them all

On the road now they switch up now they trynna be my bros

I don’t know if I trust some people playin' on that love

But I won’t fall, I won’t fall

All this money got my package lookin' slow

Now I pull up with your shawty in the range

All this money put some diamonds on my chains

At the city know my motherfuckin' name

Count it, count it, count it, I keep stacking at this bands

I can’t find love why you tryna hold my hand

I know you ain’t loyal you just want me for the best

Even for the fame I won’t change upon my man

Ay ay ay, look, I know you ain’t real

Ay ay ay, look, I know how you feel

Count it, count it, count it, I keep stacking at this bands

Count it, count it, count it, I keep stacking at this bands

I been through so much pain and it’s all cuz of the fame

They say I change with the fame I stop sellin the cocaine

Everybody hatin' on me got my name in their mouth

But Imma go fuck all this bitches put my dick in their mouth

Ey, fuck you and your squad

You ain’t

I’m busy, gettin' money, tryna buy a crib for mom

She happy for me cuz I actually finally made it

And they gon hate on me cuz they anticipate

And Imma show ya, Imma high roller this ain’t poker

Laughin' at this pussy haters like I was a Joker

The same bitch that shit I can never have that pussy

She’s eatin' on my dick like a chocolate chip cookie

Ooh, it feels so good to fuck your bitch

Ooh, Imma always be rich

Yeah, and you ain’t never kill a Stitch

I pray to god

I read the bible, I’m a psyhco

Y’all ready know

All of the blow

Let me nuff in my fucking nose

Made me loco

But they boy ain’t loco no more I’m bout' to go bloco

Listen up I got a story to tell when I’m down probably goin to hell

They wanna see me upon the cell

Haitn' on em Stitches I’m doin well

Fuck you and your home crew they say I’m acting so brand new

But I don’t really want fuck with you dawg

But Imma fuck your bitch and I come fuck around

Imma fuck your bitch raw

Imma cum in her face she gonna go to you house and kiss you in your

motherfucking mouth

(Pussy ass motherfucker…)

Count it, count it, count it, I keep stacking at this bands

I can’t find love why you tryna hold my hand

I know you ain’t loyal you just want me for the best

Even for the fame I won’t change upon my man

Ay ay ay, look, I know you ain’t real

Ay ay ay, look, I know how you feel

Count it, count it, count it, I keep stacking at this bands

Count it, count it, count it, I keep stacking at this bands