Trippie Redd, Lil Gotit - Count Up lyrics

(bang$KOTT, fuck around
You know he make that beat drop) yeah

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)

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)

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)

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)
LA 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

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)