COUNT IT UP

DJ hubithekid

Bitch, I walk into the club

Designer jeans, designer drugs

We makin' hits and countin' guap

Count it up, count it up

Walk into the store

Bitch, I be buying hella clothes

This hoe be bumping all my songs

Let's shake it up like Bella Thorne

Got me some bands, need hella more

Bitch, I got bands like a fucking tour

Mama, he dance like CeCe Jones

Rockin' Chanel, CC on my clothes, yeah

Got me some bands, need hella more

Pop me some X when I perform

Smelling like gas, that's my cologne

Got brand-new nails like a bimbo

Yeah, I hit her flip phone when she up all alone

Other bitches get goin', I got up on my own

All I see is hella green, bitch, my wallet can't fold

Y'all will know what I mean when you get this cold

Bitch, we countin' up, we spend the bucks

Designer stuff, designer clothes

She down to fuck, I fill my cup

I had it rough, but now I'm on

Everybody 'round ain't lend a hand

When I was down, I never fold

And now they can't come spend a band

Or three or four, walk out the store

Bitch, we countin' up, we spend the bucks

Designer stuff, designer clothes

She down to fuck, I fill my cup

I had it rough, but now I'm on

Everybody 'round ain't lend a hand

When I was down, I never fold

And now they can't come spend a band

Or three or four, walk out the store

Posted up with my bros

Designer drugs, designer clothes

Off the pills, can't get enough

Popped two more, bitch, double up

When we walk into the party

All these hoes be shoutin', "What the fuck?"

Keep your bitch on leash

She said she wants me, begs me to pull up

Money comin' in, got five missed calls, bitch, I'm countin' up

Walk into the function, throw a party, place got all fucked up

Bloody nose stay runny, snort few lines, need another one

Fab in this bitch, we so fly, you can't party like us

Posted up with my bros

Designer drugs, designer clothes

Off the pills, can't get enough

Popped two more, bitch, double up

When we walk into the party

All these hoes be shouting, "What the fuck?"

Keep your bitch on leash

She said she wants me, begs me to pull up

Bitch, I walk into the club

Designer jeans, designer drugs

We makin' hits and countin' guap

Count it up, count it up

Walk into the store

Bitch, I be buying hella clothes

This hoe be bumping all my songs

Let's shake it up like Bella Thorne

Got me some bands, need hella more

Bitch, I got bands like a fucking tour

Mama, he dance like CeCe Jones

Rockin' Chanel, CC on my clothes, yeah

Got me some bands, need hella more

Pop me some X when I perform

Smelling like gas, that's my cologne

Got brand-new nails like a bimbo, oh