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Count It Up Ft. French Montana
Harry Fraud
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Too many grown-ass men, feel like somebody owe 'em something
Last time I checked, it was the same twenty-four hours every day, nigga
What you doin' with it? (La Musica de Harry Fraud)
Count it up
Tryna fade us with that quarantine
Left the game and left a tab
Robbed the bank without the mask
And told 'em count it up (count it up)
Told 'em count it up (count it up)
I be shootin' from half
Not the front, we use the back
I told 'em count it up (count it up)
I told 'em count it up (count it up)
I told 'em count it up (count it up, ayy)
Let's go
It wasn't no Hi-tek, we Wock it up
I could never side with them niggas
We come from the same shit, but I went and got it up (got it up)
You play with the family, we tie you up (tie you up)
All that I know is go count it up (count it up)
20 hoes in the Sprinter, let's round 'em up (skrr)
Let's go slide on them niggas, you down or what? (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
We was fucking housin' up (uh)
I only buy weed as I'm countin' up (countin' up)
I came a long way from the kitchen
And whipped New Edition, I went Bobby Brown on 'em (Bobby)
I pulled up with shottas
Before the Dior shit, we used to do Prada (Prada)
It ain't no more Ramadas
Now they follow me, I feel like Elijah
She callin' me daddy, but I'm not her father (I'm not)
I'm with the fade like a barber (yeah), buggin' out
They ain't 'bout that paper, we cut 'em out (cut 'em out)
How you a gangster? You want the clout
We voted to pack 'em, we want 'em out (pack 'em)
You tryna walk, niggas run you out (run you out)
Her ass was fat, but I want her mouth (I want it)
We count it up while y'all runnin' out (runnin' out, runnin' out)
Dead homies
Tryna fade us with that quarantine
Left the game and left a tab
Robbed the bank without the mask
I told 'em count it up (count it up)
I told 'em count it up (count it up)
I be shootin' from half
Not the front, we use the back
I told 'em count it up (count it up)
I told 'em count it up (count it up)
I told 'em count it up (count it up, ayy)
Aye, top, numero uno (uno)
Not Jason Derulo (Derulo)
Cop that, swerve (swerve)
From that curb (curb)
Behind that curve (curve)
Designers curse (curse)
Not stoppin' that wave no more (more)
Drinkin' that holy water (water)
Titles, we pay for foreigns (funds)
Makin' my mils in order (order)
From the ground, hustle (hustle)
Brown bag, nacho (nacho)
South Bronx chopper (chopper)
Your flow sound narco (narco)
Fuck it, you make it, you lose it
Long as them youngins are drippin' and cruisin'
Bussin' down onions, that raw, that sushi
Totin' them guns and fades like Boosie (han)
Strippers floor, moppin' (moppin')
South Bronx blockin' (blockin', han)
Tryna fade us with that quarantine
Left the game and left a tab
Robbed the bank without the mask
I told 'em count it up (count it up)
I told 'em count it up (count it up)
I be shootin' from half
Not the front, we use the back
I told 'em count it up (count it up)
I told 'em count it up (count it up)
I told 'em count it up (count it up, ayy)
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