Icewear Vezzo - Still Countin lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo - Still Countin lyrics]
I'm still counting money
I'm still counting money
I'm still counting money, bitch
I'm still counting money
Bank account on swole, bitch
I'm still getting hunnids
I'm still rocking ice
I'm still fucking bitches
I still got it locked, bitch
I'm still that nigga
Yeah, I'm still counting money
I'm still counting money
Bank account on swole, bitch
I'm still counting hunnids
Rest in peace to my cousin
Ryan, my nigga Pooh, and GiGi
Whipping yola, getting hella orders
You can ask Soda and Cece
I'm copping bricks, shit
I used to get about a half
Of skull for the Chief Keef
Started buying bands from my nigga
Reese, just to double back
That's the repeat i'm the KOD, up in KOD
Lost a couple fans on a incident
Throw back thirty, 'bout to take a
Picture of a roll of tissue, i been the shit
Riding rouches with Michelin
Hottest nigga in Michigan
Hands up I love to stunt
I just showed my wrist again
All stones, I'm the karat king, ice cream
No Dairy Queen
Money, power over everything, I'm
Fly as hell, need a pair of wings
Spent a band on a pair of jeans
Twin Glocks with a pair of Beams
High as hell, nigga where the lean
Ride down yo block and then air the scene
Talking cash when my line ring
That's clientele at my doorknob
Twenty bands off twenty grams
It's hot as hell in my dope spot
All before I had a dro spot
Getting twos in my old spot
Stash cash in a plastic bag
Keep a lil something at my ho spot
Sipping drank, finna doze off, buying bells
Sending bowes out
I was at the bottom, now I'm on top
I got it locked like the door locked
My pants sag, that's the money lean
Outta town on a money trip
Louis on, got a hundred kicks
Nigga look at me, this what money get
Eastside, ain't no hoes here, trap money
Them pros here
Black hoodie, black skully, Timbs on
That's rode getter
Detroit, I'm hove here, white buffies
That's gold here
Mink on cause it's cold here
Niggas scared to do shows here
I'm still counting money
I'm still counting money, bitch
I'm still counting money
Bank account on swole, bitch
I'm still getting hunnids
I'm still rocking ice
I'm still fucking bitches
I still got it locked, bitch
I'm still that nigga
Yeah, I'm still counting money
I'm still counting money
Bank account on swole, bitch
I'm still counting hunnids
Rest in peace to my cousin
Ryan, my nigga Pooh, and GiGi
Whipping yola, getting hella orders
You can ask Soda and Cece
I'm copping bricks, shit
I used to get about a half
Of skull for the Chief Keef
Started buying bands from my nigga
Reese, just to double back
That's the repeat i'm the KOD, up in KOD
Lost a couple fans on a incident
Throw back thirty, 'bout to take a
Picture of a roll of tissue, i been the shit
Riding rouches with Michelin
Hottest nigga in Michigan
Hands up I love to stunt
I just showed my wrist again
All stones, I'm the karat king, ice cream
No Dairy Queen
Money, power over everything, I'm
Fly as hell, need a pair of wings
Spent a band on a pair of jeans
Twin Glocks with a pair of Beams
High as hell, nigga where the lean
Ride down yo block and then air the scene
Talking cash when my line ring
That's clientele at my doorknob
Twenty bands off twenty grams
It's hot as hell in my dope spot
All before I had a dro spot
Getting twos in my old spot
Stash cash in a plastic bag
Keep a lil something at my ho spot
Sipping drank, finna doze off, buying bells
Sending bowes out
I was at the bottom, now I'm on top
I got it locked like the door locked
My pants sag, that's the money lean
Outta town on a money trip
Louis on, got a hundred kicks
Nigga look at me, this what money get
Eastside, ain't no hoes here, trap money
Them pros here
Black hoodie, black skully, Timbs on
That's rode getter
Detroit, I'm hove here, white buffies
That's gold here
Mink on cause it's cold here
Niggas scared to do shows here