Count It Up (feat. Grewwy Montana & 4rarri)

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Count it up, count it up
100s and 100s, I count it up
F*ck your accountant, I count it up
Your days been numbered, count it up
Aye, count it up, count it up
100s and 100s, I count it up
F*ck your accountant, I count it up
Your days been numbered, count it up
Count it up, count it up
Aye, count it up, count it up, count it up
Aye, count it up, count it up, count it up
Aye, count it up, count it up, count it up
Aye, count it up, aye
I don't play into the hype
If she like me, she my type
Y'all ain't reaching up my heights
Y'all can't see me, out of sight
If it's wrong, I don't wanna be right
F*ck her once, she be calling me twice
I don't be needing advice
All virtue, no vice
Presi on presi, your shit don't impress me
The Tesla is pink-slipped, no I'm not a lessee
My chain like a gold medal, don't test me
Ain't playing with toys, you don't wanna press me
Stayed in my lane, I'm hitting the gas
Don't at me when you get lapped
This that 818, I put it on map
I'm all in my bag
Count it up, count it up
100s and 100s, I count it up
F*ck your accountant, I count it up
Your days been numbered, count it up
Aye, count it up, count it up
100s and 100s, I count it up
F*ck your accountant, I count it up
Your days been numbered, count it up
Count it up
Baby got the pussy power tough, full throttle
Lil' shorty kiss, but she don't spin the bottle
Working on the art looking like a work of art
Told her don't fold, lil' baby, play your part
If you stay down, we could go far
Red bottom heels and a Rolls Royce car
Red bottom heels and a Rolls Royce car
Really bout my dough like Homer, but I'm like Bart
Hellcat skate straight drop, push button start
Lean got me moving like a zombie, but I swear I'm real smart
Nigga, you be smoking on the mids, we smoking on the farts
4Rarri
Twin Glocks like Peyton and Eli
I knew I was the one since 'bout knee high
Your bitch know that I'm fly like a G5
Yeah, the Louis or Gucci, can't decide
One thing I know fasho is I'm flossing
Jesus piece on my neck, but don't cross me
Back to back, me and Rimi, we bossin'
Blew out that nigga mind 'cause he lost it
Better count up your days 'cause I'm sinister
Me and your bitch, we wrestled, I finished her
Said her dad was a dentist, not feeling her
I met your bitch at Lowe's, I was drilling her
In LA and we eating hibachi
She said, "Rarri, you beat it like Rocky"
Count it up, that's the reason I'm cocky
Count it up
100s and 100s, I count it up
Fu-fu-f*ck your accountant, I count it up
Your days been numbered, count it up
Aye, count it up, count it up
100s and 100s, I count it up
F*ck your accountant, I count it up
Your days been numbered, count it up
Count it up, count it up
Aye, count it up, count it up, count it up

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