Rico Nasty - Countin’ Up lyrics
[Rico Nasty - Countin’ Up lyrics]
Hello? yeah bitch, I said I'm on my way
Hello? yeah bitch, I said I'm on my way
The fuck? Bitch I'm coming the fuck?
Woah! Kenny! yeah!
I'm the bitch with the long
Hair and her top off
Talk tough, like a bottle top
We twist your top off
Had to hit the turn quick
Just to get the narcs off
I'm the real deal shawty and
You just the knock off
Shake it up, no Coca-Cola
I'm the one that pop off
Hit me on my Motorola if you need some narcos
I've been workin' every day, no
I ain't never call off
Talkin' shit on Instagram
That pistol make you log off
It's upsettin' that these bitches think
They better than me
I got the bar too high and it's hard to beat
Gucci shades tint dark so it's hard to see
The easy part is gettin' money
But it's hard to keep
I know you seein' that I'm
Busy so don't bother me
Like I passed every test
You ain't as smart as me
You a stunt double, shawty, you a wannabe
See me on the scene
You know that I charged the fee like yeah!
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Bitches on my dick, so what?
What? What? What? What? What? What?
It don't matter 'cause I'm
Steady countin' up
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Bitches on my dick, so what?
What? What? What? What? What? What?
It don't matter 'cause I'm
Steady countin' up
You can't even handle a bitch like me
Make my own money, and I buy my own weed
Touch my wrist and your hand gon' freeze
Beggin' for the kitty on his hands and knees
Who you frontin' on? Come on girl
I know you a rookie you got some followers
So what? Do you want you a cookie?
I got promoters throwin' shows so they
Can say that they booked me
When I walk up in the mall
They be turnin' and lookin' no race
I went easy 'cause the pace I been pushin'
In the stew, I'm like a
Chef, they like, "Rico
What you cookin'?"
Probably one of these bitches' heads
I'm better than all the rest
No this is not a drill, hoe
This shit is not a test
I think you need to roll out
Catch you actin' too hesitant
I bet you can't count all the
Money that I just spent
Niggas singin' to the feds
Like they Jazmine Sullivan my racks too big
I just popped my rubber band
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Bitches on my dick, so what?
What? What? What? What? What? What?
It don't matter 'cause I'm
Steady countin' up
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Bitches on my dick, so what?
What? What? What? What? What? What?
It don't matter 'cause I'm
Steady countin' up
Hello? yeah bitch, I said I'm on my way
The fuck? Bitch I'm coming the fuck?
Woah! Kenny! yeah!
I'm the bitch with the long
Hair and her top off
Talk tough, like a bottle top
We twist your top off
Had to hit the turn quick
Just to get the narcs off
I'm the real deal shawty and
You just the knock off
Shake it up, no Coca-Cola
I'm the one that pop off
Hit me on my Motorola if you need some narcos
I've been workin' every day, no
I ain't never call off
Talkin' shit on Instagram
That pistol make you log off
It's upsettin' that these bitches think
They better than me
I got the bar too high and it's hard to beat
Gucci shades tint dark so it's hard to see
The easy part is gettin' money
But it's hard to keep
I know you seein' that I'm
Busy so don't bother me
Like I passed every test
You ain't as smart as me
You a stunt double, shawty, you a wannabe
See me on the scene
You know that I charged the fee like yeah!
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Bitches on my dick, so what?
What? What? What? What? What? What?
It don't matter 'cause I'm
Steady countin' up
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Bitches on my dick, so what?
What? What? What? What? What? What?
It don't matter 'cause I'm
Steady countin' up
You can't even handle a bitch like me
Make my own money, and I buy my own weed
Touch my wrist and your hand gon' freeze
Beggin' for the kitty on his hands and knees
Who you frontin' on? Come on girl
I know you a rookie you got some followers
So what? Do you want you a cookie?
I got promoters throwin' shows so they
Can say that they booked me
When I walk up in the mall
They be turnin' and lookin' no race
I went easy 'cause the pace I been pushin'
In the stew, I'm like a
Chef, they like, "Rico
What you cookin'?"
Probably one of these bitches' heads
I'm better than all the rest
No this is not a drill, hoe
This shit is not a test
I think you need to roll out
Catch you actin' too hesitant
I bet you can't count all the
Money that I just spent
Niggas singin' to the feds
Like they Jazmine Sullivan my racks too big
I just popped my rubber band
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Bitches on my dick, so what?
What? What? What? What? What? What?
It don't matter 'cause I'm
Steady countin' up
What? What? What? What? What? What?
Bitches on my dick, so what?
What? What? What? What? What? What?
It don't matter 'cause I'm
Steady countin' up