Count It Up (feat. Anim@l & Hurricane Ceasar)

Mayday mayday falco is here for his Money money darkside light this Bitch up Count it up count up count it up You got my money Don't hold it up Lamb truck when I'm rolling up Designer belt Hold the fire up Fucking with us You out a luck Head pop Like tire buss We dangerous My aim is up The dogs eating That's major stuff Weeds feeling like Angel dust Plant my seed Then i'm out the cut Implants really got her hype as fuck Count my paper Right on her butt Sniper are here We ready for what We ain't fear Cockroaches are rats I Already know where Those niggas be at Circled they block Like I'm using a map Counted up counted up counted up Got my money i'm showing up Dead bodies all folding up every Time i get that rush Pop off like a can a crush i just do What A killa does Swap cars and i'm on a slope top Dog and i'm also the goat Eighty nine fifty two fifty eight send My dogs to snatch the food off your Plate where i'm Form we ain't Playing it ain't safe the crown made A bad move on my case now i'm Back In the streets like never left i Got the recipe crusty be harassing Me chef it up like a meal The grind Ain't over till a nigga touch a mill if These label try to sign me they go Need like Fifty mill Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough i need A bag and all the bucks Got enough Cash for all of us girl shake your ass Let me pour it up i wanna bang in Foreign truck count it up count it Up count it up two hundred milly is Not enough Count it up count it up count it up Two hundred milly is not enough i Need A bag and all The bucks got Enough cash for all of us girl shake Your ass let me pour it up i wanna Bang in Foreign truck count it up Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough Hey Look at the flick of the wrist man i Do that just to show off my shit i Ain't no slave but the Boy got the Wipe and out with some chains Cause they matching my fit i'm Legit in these Streets got this money On me don't make no mistake i'm Not your homie i'm like elon You Peons yeah we are shambles my shit Is like neon i'm eons a head you Niggas Hands don't get dirty i pay For the trigger i ain't no simp i ain't Buying no figure don't Even drink But i'm buying the liquor she gave It up now i'm eyeing the sister i kiss Her And left with her best friend You niggas act like the west end i Got some mob side don't Stress Them they on the block i get checks In still gotta check in i'm with the Bredgin you Don't get money man That is up setting i'm partly a Veteran i'm partly a king man i get Money is hardly a thing i want the Cream you keep the coffee Everything sweet my life is Toffee Know what i mean no one can stop Me muhammad ali you niggas Rocky Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough i need A bag and all the bucks Got enough Cash for all of us girl shake your ass Let me pour it up i wanna bang in Foreign truck count it up count it Up count it up two hundred milly Is Not enough to Count it up count it up count it up Two hundred milly is not enough i Need A bag and all The bucks got Enough cash for all of us girl shake Your ass let me pour it up i wanna Bang in foreign truck count it up Count it up count it up two Hundred milly is not enough Hey