Count It

Blue bands in my luggage, wrist is Blue Bell with the ice, ho

Twenty-twenty vision but I'm Stevie to a price though

Need that AMG just for the summer, I can't ride slow

Everything is fire to these hatin' hoes, I'm ice cold

Blew the roof off the 'Rari, just cop me the crib, it's as big as a Stanley

They watchin' the kid like a nanny

I'm cookin' that shit, they gon' give me a Grammy

Call my squad if it's war, they gon' ride for me

Still hold my own, I don't need no one to fight for me

Bitch, watch your tongue, watch me win, I'm on my run

You one and done, ho can't be me, I'm one of one

Money kicked up, think I hit a brinks truck

Cuban link tucked, bands gon' make my jeans bust (Bitch)

Count it, count it

Count it, count it

Really heavy shit, I don't gotta check the balance

It keep addin' up, really gettin' hard to count it

Count it, count it

Count it, count it

Really heavy shit, I don't gotta check the balance

It keep addin' up, really gettin' hard to count it

Ballin' crazy, yeah, wrist work cost me eighty, yeah

Hoes be shady, plottin' on me, tryna play me, yeah

Ten bands get a ho, knock it off, knock it off, bitch, we'll pop off

You on my dick, ho, hop off, copy the drip, ain't got sauce

I make the bag work, digital dash vert

I get to the cash first, killin' these hoes, any last words?

I'm really touchin' a grip, commas on commas, I'm hustlin', bitch

All of the racks, huh, what you say comin' in muffled as shit?

Speak up, I'm runnin' shit, can't keep up

Balance took a leap up, feel like that paper seek us

Broke bitch seek help, 'bout that green like sea kelp

Shorty see me, she melt, face on my double G belt

Count it, count it

Count it, count it

Really heavy shit, I don't gotta check the balance

It keep addin' up, really gettin' hard to count it

Count it, count it

Count it, count it

Really heavy shit, I don't gotta check the balance

It keep addin' up, really gettin' hard to count it