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Prince ph dbmt ouu yeah mhm
Miro running up them bands boy
Count it up count it up got the ap
Walk in the spot count up the guap
Looking wavy

She like the ice on my wrist
Rollie’s and APs get her lit
She like a boss with the shits
I just like talking my shit
She like the ice on my wrist

She like the ice on my wrist
Rollie's and APs get her lit
She like a boss with the shits
I just like talking my shit
She like the ice on my wrist

up)
I put a full in the gat (Count up)
I got a AP 2 tones
Trap in the cut with 2 phones (brrr)
All of my dogs got 2 bones
I do this shit in like 8 songs

Pull up on your bitch hop up out my rolls
AP on my wrist yeah it be so froze
Yeah I count them rolls
Flex up on these hoes
Pink diamonds in my

Yea 
Hey yo Nelly
Lets do this

At, at, at last I'm literally loungin' black 
Sittin' back count double digit thousand stacks
At last I'm

Hold it out hold it out, let 'em see, don't be scared
Hold it out, hold it out, let 'em see, don't be scared
Rollie or AP or Breitling, let 'em see,

(yeah, yeah)
Baby let's go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let's have some rich sex (come on)
I'ma keep my AP on while I do it (do it)
We can keep an AP

Ki sa ou vle?
Ki sa w ap fè?
Ki sa ou vle?
Ki sa w ap fè?
Yee
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah uh
Get it in, get it in, get it in
You can't give up on me,

Count my racks, count my racks, countin' dollars
Count my racks, count my racks, countin' dollars
Count my racks (huh), count my racks, count my

of discussion (What)

Ayy, AP going on mercy, end of discussion
Keep your ISG and fuck it, count it back and that's a hundred
Ooh, that is no rap count, I

Wrong Thing

Rich the Kid

The World Is Yours 2

2019

Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in

Big bad
Like the wolf we go blow them down
Grab the fucking saw
Like a tree we go cut them down
Big mad
Call the cops they go shut us down
AP fucking

em mako)
Then a nigga wake up (Spit a take of dat dope)
Yes Count Draco
Son Big Draco
Might count might fold
My cheese my dough
I get that guap!
But

Wake up outta lean coma, Count about a quarter ticket
Opps gotta pass because I stayed inside in school suspension
Glock swapping out the mag every

Tsakisani Tsakisani 
Tsakisani Tsakisani 
She a hotty making money 
Sloppy toppy in a rarri 
Hunnid bills maserratti 
AP aint no Worry 
Barbie bitch

to riches.
From the block and to those mansions now out the trenches.
On God
I'm walking on this water.
Trynna put that AP on my daughter. 
Might take that

See draco ain’t draco without his lil two tone nine
Cop me a ap tell two tone time
You must’ve lost yo god damn mind
I count all cash ion use no

[Intro: A.P]

Hunnids on Hunnids they're stacked in a...
Bag is secured guaranteed it won't... YEAH

[Chorus: A.P]

Call up my right hand you know

Bitch I spit this magic like Houdini aint no MC who could see me
Murcielago Lamborghini
A.P. and a Gucci beanie 
I’m a make It happened
Nigga please

Patek and Ap
Am gettin’ money 
She called my phone 
Am not in love 
I fucked your mum 
Don’t call me no more 

Verse 1
Leave me alone 
You is hoe
You

Water on my neck
Getting chilly it's a breeze
Two tone on my wrist
But I want an AP
Ain't focused on nobody
I've been focused on me
I've been tryna

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)

How you in the mix, but not mixy? (Ooh-ooh, yeah)
How you count your blessings

Non stop
I got Richard’s, Rollie’s, AP’s, I buy watches
Non Stop
Yeah, Non stop
Count this paper up I keep it coming Non Stop Woe


I can put