Count It (feat. Stitches)

I'm finally get rich

Count it, count it, count it

I keep stacking at this bands

I can't find love why you try'na hold my hand

I know you ain't loyal you just want me for the best

Even for the fame I won't change upon my man

I know you ain't real

I know how you feel

Count it, count it, count it

I keep stacking at this bands

Count it, count it, count it

I keep stacking at this bands

Count it, count it, count it

I keep stacking at this bands

Imma pour some lean and then

I goin pop a xanax

Do the most get some

High flow ain't you bitch above

Ride a wave but I'm on the coast

Growing up some dope

And you know got some killas too

They gon' shoot

You know, acting like you don't

All this size around my neck

I think I got a coat

Niggas keep on hatin' tell them pull up with them all

On the road now they switch up

Now they try'na be my bros

I don't know if I trust some people playin' on that love

But I won't fall

I won't fall

All this money got my package lookin' (slow?)

Now I pull up with your shawty in the range

All this money put some diamonds on my chains

At the city know my motherfuckin' name

Count it, count it, count it

I keep stacking at this bands

I can't find love why you try'na hold my hand

I know you ain't loyal you just want me for the best

Even for the fame I won't change upon my man

I know you ain't real

I know how you feel

Count it, count it, count it

I keep stacking at this bands

Count it, count it, count it

I keep stacking at this bands

I been through so much pain and it's all cuz of the fame

They say I change with the fame I stop sellin the cocaine

Everybody hatin' on me got my name in their mouth

But imma go fuck all this bitches put my dick in their mouth

Ey, fuck you and your squad

You ain't?

I'm busy, gettin' money, tryna buy a crib for mom

She happy for me cuz I actually finally made it

And they gon hate on me cuz they anticipated failure

And imma show ya, imma high roller this ain't poker

Laughin'at this pussy haters like I was a joker

The same bitch that shit I can never have that pussy

She's eatin' on my dick like a chocolate chip cookie

It feels so good to fuck your bitch

Imma always be rich

And you ain't never kill a stitch

I pray to God

I read the bible, I'm a psyhco

Y'all ready know

All of the blow

Let me nuff in my fucking nose

Made me loco

But they boy ain't loco no more I'm bout' to go

Listen up I got a story to tell when I'm down probably goin to hell

They wanna se mee upon the cell

Haitn'on em stitches I'm doin well

Fuck you and your home crew they say I'm acting so brand new

But I don't really want fuck with you dawg

But imma fuck your bitch and I come fuck around

Imma fuck your bitch raw (?) imma cum in her face

She gonna go to you house and kiss you in your motherfucking mouth

Pussy ass motherfucker

Count it, count it, count it

I keep stacking at this bands

I can't find love why you try'na hold my hand

I know you ain't loyal you just want me for the best

Even for the fame I won't change upon my man

I know you ain't real

I know how you feel

Count it, count it, count it

I keep stacking at this bands

Count it, count it, count it

I keep stacking at this bands