Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Ahmad Jamal
Ahmad Jamal
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
Sammy Cahn
Sammy Cahn
Composer
Nicholas Brodszky
Nicholas Brodszky
Composer
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Life can bring much pain There are many ways to deal with this pain Choose wisely Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Cross my heart (Count, count, count, count, count it) And hope to die (Count, count, count, count, count it) With my slice (Count, count, count, count, count it) Of Devil's pie Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it (Yeah) Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it I know that it's difficult I'm stackin' this paper, it's sort of habitual I blow the residual And fuckin' yo' bitch like it's part of my ritual Pardon the visual But money, it give me a hard-on it's typical I want it in physical A million dollars, I count up in intervals Without it I'm miserable Don't wanna fall off so I'm all in my bag Thankin' God like it's biblical I know it's gon' solve every problem I have I balled on the principal Remember the teachers was all on my ass Now look all of them, pitiful And all of a sudden I'm so good at math Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die But you can't live without it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die Uno, dos, tres Big bills, big pills I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills My niggas runnin' tip drills, can't sit still Don't give a fuck if it kills, it mix well I'm only countin' Big bills, big pills I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills My niggas runnin' tip drills, can't sit still Don't give a fuck if it kills, it mix well I'm only countin' Uno, dos, tres, quatro Proceed with caution I heard if you chase it only results in A hole in your heart Fuck it, I take the whole cake And I won't leave a portion It's only an organ Thank God mama couldn't afford the abortion The loneliest orphan I flip my misfortune and grow me a fortune My Rollie is scorchin' Them niggas that hated is slowly endorsin' Now Cole, he important My niggas beside me like Tommy and Martin We ball in your court and Then skate with your bitch like we Tonya Harding She don't need her garments She horny from all the money we countin' Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die But you can't live without it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Can't take it when you die Uno, dos Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Cross my heart And hope to die With my slice of Devil's pie
Writer(s): Sammy Cahn, Nikolaus Brodszky, Jermaine L. Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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