Young Scooter, Young Dolph - Count Up lyrics
[Young Scooter, Young Dolph - Count Up lyrics]
Count up
400 hundreds racks stuffed in the mattress
100 rifle ready for action count up
Yea I keep all my money with me
But all my bitches extra nasty trap
200 hundred thousand dollar cap whenever
I touch the pack trap
Me and Dolph do what we want
Cause bitch we got a sack
Count up trap
I don't rap I take it back yea I rap
Wrap em up autograph em and send
Them bitches across the map
Million dollar house no furniture and it's
Just pounds of weed and straps
I rubber banding stacks and
Smoking out the ounce
Bitch asked to hit my weed I
Told that bitch to bounce
I changed my mind when she
Got up and turnt around
All that ass I told that
Bitch to sit back down
All my bitches say they love
Me but that nigga bipolar
Got your baby mama on the road
With pounds in her Corolla
Got your little sister at my trap
Mixing syrup with my soda
Got your big brother calling me begging
Me to front a pack
Got the plug on three-way I told
That nigga run it back count up
400 hundreds racks stuffed in the mattress
100 rifle ready for action count up
Yea I keep all my money with me
But all my bitches extra nasty trap
200 hundred thousand dollar cap whenever
I touch the pack trap
Me and Dolph do what we want
Cause bitch we got a sack
Count up roll up bust a brick down to cook up
Playing games with Street nigga get
Yo whole hood hit up
Choppa hold a hundred nothing
But ninety in it
200 hundred thousand dollar whip
And it ain't ready trap
Saran wrap my money bitch I'm
Jugging for a sack
I got six different traps one for
The gas one for the crack
You know I like to trap I ion like
To wrap if it ain't a pack
Quarter million dollar whip that's
How I pull up
I got yo bitch with me yea she take orders
Oh yea her head good and her pussy water
All my diamonds water whipped
It out the water
400 hundreds racks stuffed in the mattress
100 rifle ready for action count up
Yea I keep all my money with me
But all my bitches extra nasty trap
200 hundred thousand dollar cap whenever
I touch the pack trap
Me and Dolph do what we want
Cause bitch we got a sack
Count up trap
I don't rap I take it back yea I rap
Wrap em up autograph em and send
Them bitches across the map
Million dollar house no furniture and it's
Just pounds of weed and straps
I rubber banding stacks and
Smoking out the ounce
Bitch asked to hit my weed I
Told that bitch to bounce
I changed my mind when she
Got up and turnt around
All that ass I told that
Bitch to sit back down
All my bitches say they love
Me but that nigga bipolar
Got your baby mama on the road
With pounds in her Corolla
Got your little sister at my trap
Mixing syrup with my soda
Got your big brother calling me begging
Me to front a pack
Got the plug on three-way I told
That nigga run it back count up
400 hundreds racks stuffed in the mattress
100 rifle ready for action count up
Yea I keep all my money with me
But all my bitches extra nasty trap
200 hundred thousand dollar cap whenever
I touch the pack trap
Me and Dolph do what we want
Cause bitch we got a sack
Count up roll up bust a brick down to cook up
Playing games with Street nigga get
Yo whole hood hit up
Choppa hold a hundred nothing
But ninety in it
200 hundred thousand dollar whip
And it ain't ready trap
Saran wrap my money bitch I'm
Jugging for a sack
I got six different traps one for
The gas one for the crack
You know I like to trap I ion like
To wrap if it ain't a pack
Quarter million dollar whip that's
How I pull up
I got yo bitch with me yea she take orders
Oh yea her head good and her pussy water
All my diamonds water whipped
It out the water