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count it - old skool lyrics

[intro]
young n-gga gettin’ richer
young n-gga gettin’ b-tches
yeah
count it up until a n-gga get sick of it

[chorus]
all these racks in my face, i can’t deal with it (racks)
she suckin’ me, she got face, she makin’ a meal with it
at first i wasn’t serious, now i’m real with it (yeah)
at first i took it as a joke, now i’m real with it (for real)
all these racks in my face, i can’t deal with it (racks)
she suckin’ me, she got face, she makin’ a meal with it
at first i wasn’t serious, now i’m real with it (yeah)
at first i took it as a joke, now i’m real with it

[verse 1]
countin’ up them motherf-ckin’ benjamin’s (cash)
ap on my wrist, yeah, that’s a skeleton (ice, ice)
i just be sippin’ on that medicine (lean)
i’m a rockstar, like led zeppelin (rockstar)
i’m a rockstar just like slayer (slayer)
these b-tches know that i’m a player (they know it)
you broke, you livin’ in a trailer (you broke)
all these n-ggas clout chasers
got all types of b-tches, changin’ flavors
if she ain’t a eater you can save her
talk sh-t, he got hit with the laser
while you a hater, i’m gettin’ greater (greater)
i work hard to get the paper (money)
i’m stuck in the game like a elevator
you bitin’ my flow, alligator
i’m cookin pots, i’m a baker (baker)
i got your b-tch wet like a lake, uh
people ’round me actin’ fake (they fake)
all this water, i got a stomach ache
‘member when i use to break (and enter)
countin’ up ’til i die (’til i die)
gelato weed got me high (i’m high)
i f-cked her and told her bye
i stay in the sky (sky)
look at my drip, i’m fly
100’s got my palms dry
you know that, i ain’t gotta lie (lie)
makin’ n-ggas’ moms cry

[verse 2]
n-ggas pop sh-t, but it’s cap (cap)
draco sittin’ on my lap (on my lap)
i ain’t with that stupid cr-p
run up on me and i’m keepin’ the strap (the strap)
b-tches f-ckin’ with me, ’cause they know i’m countin’
stackin’ up the money, bigger than a mountain (mountain)
all this ice on me, help me, i’m drowning
thottie with an -ss, she keep it bouncing (-ss)
she keep it bouncing (keep it bouncing)
i ain’t f-ckin’ with grams, i’m rollin ounces
pull up on you, grip the fire (fire)
maybach got custom tires (maybach)
drop a sack on a bentley truck (bentley truck)
when i shoot, n-gga, you better duck (duck)
i just went out and iced my clock
i just went out and popped the glock
bad b-tch sniffin’ on the chalk (the chalk)
with my n-ggas, talkin’ cash talk (cash)
i came in the game, i knock on the door
they didn’t open, they locked the door
i f-cked around and then i kicked in
now look at how i’m living (living)
now a young n-gga dripping
n-gga hatin’, now he missing
n-gga hatin’, sneak dissing
b-tches f-ckin’ with me, ’cause they know i’m countin’
stackin’ up the money, bigger than a mountain (mountain)
b-tches f-ckin’ with me, ’cause they know i’m countin’
racks bigger than a mountain

- old skool lyrics

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