Count Up

[Produced by Speaker Knockerz] [Verse 1] When I was a youngin', momma beat with the belt Every day she asked what I'ma do with myself I told her I wanna get rich and get a house up on the hills Started juugin' for them bands, tryna stack a couple mil' When I went to school, I used to wear the same clothes They used to laugh and joke but now I'm fuckin' all these niggas' hoes Patience was the key, now nigga, all my bitches bad I just might send one of my hoes to come finesse you out your racks Flexin, on these, niggas, pull up, in a, all black If a, nigga, run up, wrong, we gon' lay his ass flat Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, parkin' lot, doin' donuts Got your girl givin' brain, she deserves a diploma Hook [x2] Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do Truthfully, man, I don't give 2 fucks 'bout you I can tell he broke cause he don't make no moves Ridin' with them ratchets, better keep your cool [Verse 2] I just made a juug of my iPhone (Skrrrt!) I just fucked your bitch, made her walk home (Skrrrt!) I just called my plug, need them quick racks (Skrrrt!) I just turned a dollar into 6 stacks (Skrrrt!) I love countin' money, it's a fuckin' hobby (let's get it) See it and I want it, then I got to cop it I be flippin' money like it's acrobatics I ain't with the talkin', get the automatic [Hook x2]