Count It Up

Run up a check, Nike shoe it

These hunnids on me, they the bluest

Your bitch ain't a fan, she a groupie

I fuck on that thot, watch me do it

Count up a check, I just do it

This ice on my neck, I'm the coolest

I traded my Coogi for Gucci

I traded my J's for these Louis

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, I do it

Ooh, ooh, she wanna kick it like Beckham

Ooh, ooh, she wanna rock on a Tesla

Ooh, ooh, for the money bag, I'm goin' Federal

Ooh, ooh, she on the Molly and edibles

I shift the gear when I lane switch

This a new ho, not the same bitch

This a Patek, not that plain shit

Flooded my rocks up like dang, bitch

New Margielas what I'm steppin' on

G5 what I'm flyin' on

Breitling come with different time zones

I don't even know what time I'm on

Run up a check, Nike shoe it

These hunnids on me, they the bluest

Your bitch ain't a fan, she a groupie

I fuck on that thot, watch me do it

Count up a check, I just do it

This ice on my neck, I'm the coolest

I traded my Coogi for Gucci

I traded my J's for these Louis

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, I do it

Run it up, run it up, run it up, yeah I do that for sure, uh

Bape shit

All this drip on me cost me some rackades

I come from the cut like a Band-Aid

I'm so up I might go on a rampage

I'm the hottest, you might catch a heatwave

I make plays in J's, I'm sporty

Kick her out 'cause she tried to record me

I'm a boss, you can't do nothing for me

The Aston Martin, it's a V12, when I hit the gas, it get noisy

I want paper on top of dead paper, ****, that's the moral of the story

I was sellin' packs while touring, hey

I'm in Miami with boats

They rankin' me with the goats

If it's not a jet, put me in first class

Fuck I look like, ridin' coach?

Run up a check, Nike shoe it

These hunnids on me, they the bluest

Your bitch ain't a fan, she a groupie

I fuck on that thot, watch me do it

Count up a check, I just do it

This ice on my neck, I'm the coolest

I traded my Coogi for Gucci

I traded my J's for these Louis

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, I do it