"Count Up" lyrics
(Ayo, FLAME, how you make this one, man?)
Count, count up, and I'm still countin'
Pockets full of bags, feel like I stuffed each one with four ounces
Digi' scale was in the trap makin' sales 'fore I even had couches
Big amounts, have them pullin' up to the door, tappin on that Ring camera
Muzzle truck, thinkin' Forgiatos on it, right now, I'm doin' standards
Fifty clip, slap that inside a blick, look like a longer handle
Kitchen counter, Pyrex and bakin' soda, look like a cookin' channel
VVS, step inside the jewelry store with a money counter
Count, count up, and I'm still countin'
Say you want some 'bows, you know we keep smoke like we blew a candle
Weight it up, make a play, used to put some tape on my phone camera
Store high while I just scrape the pot, you'll think it's egg batter
Phone jumpin' up, it ain't 'bout no money I ain't gon' answer
Texin' me 'bout price on it, uh, they don't even get an ounce
These baby racks these niggas pullin' out, I threw it on a dancer
Ten songs in, had them bitches twerkin', them hoes called muscle spasm
Plug, hit me up, told him fix him up, cash him out, gon' grab him
Put him in a truck, stuff him in a trunk, oh, we usin' a door panel
Step by step, show you how to trap, I can write up the whole thing
Whole 'nother year just to ball on him, look how I roll past him
Count, count up, and I'm still countin'
Pockets full of bags, feel like I stuffed each one with four ounces
Digi' scale was in the trap makin' sales 'fore I even had couches
Big amounts, have them pullin' up to the door, tappin on that Ring camera
Muzzle truck, thinkin' Forgiatos on it, right now, I'm doin' standards
Fifty clip, slap that inside a blick, look like a longer handle
Kitchen counter, Pyrex and bakin' soda, look like a cookin' channel
VVS, step inside the jewelry store with a money counter
Count, count up, and I'm still countin'
Pockets full of bags, feel like I stuffed each one with four ounces
Digi' scale was in the trap makin' sales 'fore I even had couches
Big amounts, have them pullin' up to the door, tappin on that Ring camera
Muzzle truck, thinkin' Forgiatos on it, right now, I'm doin' standards
Fifty clip, slap that inside a blick, look like a longer handle
Kitchen counter, Pyrex and bakin' soda, look like a cookin' channel
VVS, step inside the jewelry store with a money counter
Count, count up, and I'm still countin'
Say you want some 'bows, you know we keep smoke like we blew a candle
Weight it up, make a play, used to put some tape on my phone camera
Store high while I just scrape the pot, you'll think it's egg batter
Phone jumpin' up, it ain't 'bout no money I ain't gon' answer
Texin' me 'bout price on it, uh, they don't even get an ounce
These baby racks these niggas pullin' out, I threw it on a dancer
Ten songs in, had them bitches twerkin', them hoes called muscle spasm
Plug, hit me up, told him fix him up, cash him out, gon' grab him
Put him in a truck, stuff him in a trunk, oh, we usin' a door panel
Step by step, show you how to trap, I can write up the whole thing
Whole 'nother year just to ball on him, look how I roll past him
Count, count up, and I'm still countin'
Pockets full of bags, feel like I stuffed each one with four ounces
Digi' scale was in the trap makin' sales 'fore I even had couches
Big amounts, have them pullin' up to the door, tappin on that Ring camera
Muzzle truck, thinkin' Forgiatos on it, right now, I'm doin' standards
Fifty clip, slap that inside a blick, look like a longer handle
Kitchen counter, Pyrex and bakin' soda, look like a cookin' channel
VVS, step inside the jewelry store with a money counter
