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count em up - gq lyrics

feat. nipsey hussle & rapper big pooh

(hook)
deals, round ’em up! bills, count ’em up
need a v12 coupe with a broad that’s down as f-ck
fed up with this money i fell in love
your plan is game, stay in yo lane
ain’t no traffic when you dust
and what happens is because
and that’s with anything, it gon’ take p-ssion, gon’ take love
but you got action, just don’t budge
well, i just make this magic with these words
and i take all this cabbage and just splurge

(verse)
all my habits’s gettin’ worse
for instance, all the co-rs- that catch my interest cost
at least two hundid thousand, is it worth?
tought question, i neva consider, i just flex it
some days i drink champagne for breakfast
and once upon a time we lived blind with a death wish
came for a circle, now the story is the message
we all want success but most of us unsuccessful
we all know the game but most of us don’t respect it

(verse)
before the music, i was dreamin’ of sneaker deals
i know they listen when the seats is filled
still, the night glitter, early mornin’ we chief until we leavin’
print it on it like one tequila spills
black bottles, lifestyle attract models
a tough act to follow, livin’ a black novel
who the f-ck are you? complemented att-tude
paintin’ my city when i’m p-ssin’ by them avenues
don’t wanna wake up, dream got me up in a coma
wine bottles and women of age like verona
talkin’ change, remember face but lost names
i’m still fishin’ like card games, ?
reality shots, i’m just drinkin’ for confirmation
i got ’em witnessin’ my operation
i on’ slippin’ like outies get
trappin’ because maui drips
me and my n-gg- nipsey on some cali sh-t

(verse)
i like my fives on top of tens, tens on top of twenties
fifties, hunits are betta, standin’ out like a gucci sweater
clear sky, sandy beach, women in warm weather
a brainstorm, i hope you brought umbrellas
i’m tired of broke n-gg-s fakin’ it, cause most will neva make it
to beatin’ ? of the character they idolizin’
it’s like a spread sheet i’m atomizin’
separatin’ the real from what’s not, results are so surprisin’
i need mauri, what’s in it for the glory
last seen denzel gettin’ whipped for that old cookie
ope fell in love when i wadn’t lookin’
write it myself so i’m not mistaken
bought a lex with my first big check just to show i had the bacon
money ain’t a thing, girl, what’s shakin’?
my ego probably, i’m in the lobby
think about this hobby
and how them dream killas tryna rob me
i just wanna be great like ali
or feared like tyson
my n-gg-s make it hard when they bittin’
so i pin these letters to the lightnin’
fear i’m excitin’
get in an elevator with a white woman, she frightened
as i stand with a smile on my face
she got a hand in her purse, ready to introduce mace
while you over there looking at me
i’m looking at buying a place so count ’em up

- gq lyrics

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