Pradaaslife - count up! (my way) lyrics

Jeez man this shot cray we 'bout
To go up with this one

Two racks, on a Friday
Balling 'til I’m passing out on the highway
Coupe black, going my way
In my own world everything comes my way
All night, we go all night
Spilled some booze on the Pradaa from Milano
Yeah all right, got it on sight
Chain blinging like the cards that are hollow
Get it my way
Dressed up like I'm ready for a school day
Feel some type of way
I'm always gonna shine okay
Pradaa gonna trust you, that’s unlikely

Counting up in the sunrise
All black coupe what I ride
Windows scrolls down and I’m screaming like
Eh eh eh yeah yeah I'm paid
I be smoking counting money
Why you wanna count my money?
Ballin', poppin' tags, lifestyle
Bottles pouring up, yeah we paid
Yeah yeah, I show up and they be like woah
I’m so stacked, yeah
Pradaa always gonna grow oh yeah yeah
Don’t need the lights I always glow
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Pradaa always want some more
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I always get it my way
Bad energy don’t want it so I
Put it on the side ay
Black coupe always waiting when I
Show up to driveway my way
If you gone invite me I’ll arrive late

All night, we go all night
Spilled some booze on the Pradaa from Milano
Yeah all right, got it on sight
Chain blinging like the cards that are hollow
All black dressed in the night
Hope they don’t follow
I’m a shadow counting up
I’m sorry you can’t borrow
Never pause never stop
Don’t ask me what I got
I don’t care bout what you offer
Or 'bout what is up tomorrow

Pockets swollen locked and loaded
Eyes be shining like a soldier
There's a war in my head
But that means shit never boring
Make a painting with my
Wardrobe this my life, yeah this my drawing
Dropped some racks then didn’t pick 'em
Up I made a pretty flooring yes Sir
I got what I need there's nothing left bruh
You so stressed bruh
I don’t give a fuck bout your requisitions
Get my racks up
I’m a working man still get my check up
Yes Sir always got a reason to be dressed up

What’s in my mind, in my head
First off, let’s be real
We ain’t never hiding tears
You can tell me what you feel
Eyes teared, flashing lights
Hide my fears, you can never see 'em
Don’t know if this real

Two racks, on a Friday
Balling 'til I’m passing out on the highway
Coupe black, going my way
In my own world everything comes my way
All night, we go all night
Spilled some booze on the Pradaa from Milano
Yeah all right, got it on sight
Chain blinging like the cards that are hollow
Get it my way
Dressed up like I'm ready for a school day
Feel some type of way
I'm always gonna shine okay
Pradaa gonna trust you, that’s unlikely