Countin' Up

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 wanna be

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 win easy, 'cause the pace I been pushin'

In the stu', 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

**** 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