Count It Up

Playboi Carti

歌词

Niggas wanna see me dead, damn

I don't give a fuck about shit (at all, at all)

Cash carti

Money bands

I poured a whole fo' up in my fuckin' cup

Count it up, count it up, count it up

Thumb through the check, man i can't fuck with ya

We dressing them bricks, and then we add it up

Maison Margiela nigga, designer gear

Got like 10 hoes in my fuckin' ear

2 condos, I ain't even there

I'm like "Fuck 12," they can't come in here

I'm fuckin' on this bitch like she my main

I be in the trap wearing Wang

40 shots my Glock, make the block go insane

Alexander Wang, im off them pills can't feel this pain

Alexander Wang, i got that thang, that bitch go bang!

I just met this bitch, I swear this bitch just tryna bang

Posted on my side, yea nigga, fuck the fame

Yea nigga, money dancing to the bank

Oooooooh

On this syrup, on this syrup, on this lean

I'm on this syrup, i'm on this lean

I be on some other shit, and god knows that that bitch ain't celibate

Pussy niggas hating to get relevant

Money bags, i need that, bitch I need that! (I need that!)

Bitch with an ass I need that

Coupe, thats a smash, bitch I need that

Money counter, fuck a bank, y'all don't ennnn know ooooohh

Foreign car automatic!

Foreign broad she with the action

Call me Carti nigga, been had it

First we move the stove to the attic

My bloods pull up and get it brackin'

My cuz pull up and get it crackin'

Never pillow talkin', bitch ya lackin'

Pull up to ya spot like "bitch what's happenin? bitch what's happenin?"

I'm pullin out them tools like gogo gatchet

This nigga lacking, diamonds glancin'

Ho just, [?]

South Atlanta kick it, with my niggas, with my niggas, yea ya