"Double Count" lyrics
(feat. Capo Cheeze)
Count up
Count up! Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
(Count up)
(Get your bread up)
Hundreds on the counter ain't no other way around it
I've been getting to the money since a motherfucker found it
Bitch I'm 'bout it if you talking 'bout a check
I'm a OG 'round the scene, better show me my respect
I'ma goose cut bro, boy they comin' for ya' neck
I be whipping 'round the city while I'm blowing on the best, no stress
Watch me count up all this mu'fuckin' cake (count it up)
If you fake then I bet we don't relate (nah)
Put your money for the case, dot, dot, from the bay
On my homie Quan shit, get the fuck up out my face
(Can you please?), make some room for a G?
A lot of horse power, hear me zoom through the street (vroom)
Now I'm on the move, got a room on the beach
Got a lot of bands, who get the money? You and me
Let my bitch count the bands
Time to hit a jugg, then make a flip for the 'gram
Bitch I'm in the game, you just hate from the stands
Everywhere I go, hoes saying I'm the man
Got a plan (got a plan)
Get the bread, then I cash out
Run up on me, talkin' shit and I'ma spaz out
Gettin' money homie, pull the fuckin' racks out
Thumbin' through the check while my homie serve the packs out
Count up! Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
(Count up)
(Get your bread up)
Money so long, I can lean on it
Spot a bad bitch, I put the team on it (Talibandz)
G's on my waist, Michael Kors on my wrist
Count my bands up and now I'm living like I'm rich
Used to be the red roof, and now I'm in the whit's
I just pulled up on the scene, straight looking like a lick
Couple bitches on my dick, can't seem to get 'em off
Plug fronted me the pack and now I gotta get it off
Fuck the boss, never tell 'em how I move
Gucci on the feet, couple hundred for the shoes
Got a lot of shit that I really gotta prove
And I see them hatin' on me 'cause they wanna see me lose
Money from the streets, I ain't never left the crew
Now it's back to the guap, give a fuck about you
Count up! Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
(Count up)
(Get your bread up)
(Get your bread up)
(Get your bread up)
Count up! Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
(Count up)
(Get your bread up)
Hundreds on the counter ain't no other way around it
I've been getting to the money since a motherfucker found it
Bitch I'm 'bout it if you talking 'bout a check
I'm a OG 'round the scene, better show me my respect
I'ma goose cut bro, boy they comin' for ya' neck
I be whipping 'round the city while I'm blowing on the best, no stress
Watch me count up all this mu'fuckin' cake (count it up)
If you fake then I bet we don't relate (nah)
Put your money for the case, dot, dot, from the bay
On my homie Quan shit, get the fuck up out my face
(Can you please?), make some room for a G?
A lot of horse power, hear me zoom through the street (vroom)
Now I'm on the move, got a room on the beach
Got a lot of bands, who get the money? You and me
Let my bitch count the bands
Time to hit a jugg, then make a flip for the 'gram
Bitch I'm in the game, you just hate from the stands
Everywhere I go, hoes saying I'm the man
Got a plan (got a plan)
Get the bread, then I cash out
Run up on me, talkin' shit and I'ma spaz out
Gettin' money homie, pull the fuckin' racks out
Thumbin' through the check while my homie serve the packs out
Count up! Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
(Count up)
(Get your bread up)
Money so long, I can lean on it
Spot a bad bitch, I put the team on it (Talibandz)
G's on my waist, Michael Kors on my wrist
Count my bands up and now I'm living like I'm rich
Used to be the red roof, and now I'm in the whit's
I just pulled up on the scene, straight looking like a lick
Couple bitches on my dick, can't seem to get 'em off
Plug fronted me the pack and now I gotta get it off
Fuck the boss, never tell 'em how I move
Gucci on the feet, couple hundred for the shoes
Got a lot of shit that I really gotta prove
And I see them hatin' on me 'cause they wanna see me lose
Money from the streets, I ain't never left the crew
Now it's back to the guap, give a fuck about you
Count up! Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
Man I need a money counter
Wake up in the morning, got them hunnids' on the counter
Bitch I'm getting paid, ain't no other way around it
Pockets full of money, got them rubber bands around it
I'ma count up
(Count up)
(Get your bread up)
(Get your bread up)
(Get your bread up)
Writer(s): Matthew Young, Derek McAllister Jr., Darren Brown
