Count Up

[Intro: Trippie Redd]

(BANG$KOTT, fuck around, you know he make that beat drop)

Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds

I count up the money (Yeah, I count up)

Rubber band, duffle-bag, count up the money (Count it up)

Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, count it up)

Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy

She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny (Boom)

Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny

Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]

Jokes on you, ha-ha, still broke (Bitch)

Tear my Ferragamo belt off, dick in hеr throat (Woo, yeah)

Pull down my zipper, make a lil' bitch chokе

Steady hoppin' to conclusions, lil' nigga, get croaked (Bah)

No Facebook, face shots, nigga, get poked (Bah, woo)

I'm a slime, lil' bitch, like lil' Geico

Bust the Uzi off the mothafuckin' motorcycle (Slatt, okay)

He was barely breathing', had to let his lil' life go (Ha)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Lil Gotit]

Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds

I count up the money (I count up)

Rubber band duffle-bag, count up the money

Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, hey)

Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy (Hey)

She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny

Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny

Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)

[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]

I'm gettin' guap (Ayy)

I'm gettin' top (Woo)

By America's number one thot (It's crazy but it's true)

As soon as I drop off the top, she watching' my Cartier watch (Ayy)

Fuck it, bitch, I'm on a new level (New level)

L.A. geeked out with the Blue Devil (Blue Devil)

I got the blunt with the red bezzle

I'm whippin' that door 'til it lock (Woo)

My money be green like my lawn

[?] slime [?] ain't nobody trustin' 'em

Send her in, go get a bag, she don't fuck for free

Drippin' in double C, racks in the double B (Kickin')

In this shit, no it's no love, no huggin' me (Uh-uh)

In the car, bitch just text (Text)

Yeah, we know I play just SEX (Sex)

Her pussy real cautious, yeah, it's wet (Wet)

Whole hundred round on the TEC (Rrah)

Sure, we sippin' syrup, goin' away (Syrup)

Time to go cop me a Jag' (Jag')

Too wavy, don't play with these boys

Got AK's and AR's, we spray all these boys (Spray all these boys)

A nigga get stamped like a passport (A nigga get stamped)

That was your choice

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds

I count up the money (Yeah, I count up)

Rubber band, duffle-bag, count up the money (Count it up)

Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, count it up)

Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy

She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny (Boom)

Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny

Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)