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NoCap - Count A Million (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Vocals
Tago
Tago
Programming
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Tago
Tago
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dan Weston
Dan Weston
Mixing Engineer
Tago
Tago
Producer
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Producer

Lyrics

Ay, ay, ay, ay, that prolly Tago Al Geno on the track Ay, panorama roof, I'm watchin' when the rain go I think that I can count a million with my eyes closed I done did some dirt that only God knows Tell the plug that he could send it up, the number low Hustle all day, I count the money at night Expectin' them to change, so I wasn't surprised (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Five-star hotel, I just got off a jet I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' Pulled up in the Range, fully loaded Ay, came through with some sticks, they fully loaded Police had threw a flash, had me in holding cells Ain't breakin' down no bag, you know it's whole we sell I pack two, nigga, NoCap Machiavelli I'm the new 'Pac, NoCap Hail Mary Them clips look like bananas, but I'm rockin' Burberry Niggas I love wanna see me lose, that shit got real scary, damn Ay, you see me flexin' on that 'Gram Ay, 'cause bitch, that's what I really am Ay, my pockets fat, I'm missin' Slim I'm a savage and I'm ballin, call me 21, Tim', nigga Double Gs on me, call me go getta Born in this shit so I didn't have to go recruit killers I don't know who told you But girl I'm a player, still fuck, won't lay up I heard the opps got some tints, the car need to be painted Might as well let me spray it up They didn't have to ask, I was down to my last I'm eatin' a hundred grand on favors (Oh, Lord, oh, no) Ay, panorama roof, I'm watchin' when the rain go I think that I can count a million with my eyes closed I done did some dirt that only God knows Tell the plug that he could send it up, the number low Hustle all day, I count the money at night Expectin' them to change, so I wasn't surprised (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Five-star hotel, I just got off a jet I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' I'm not flexin', I'm not braggin' We was four deep in that van and we tagged 'em I thought them niggas, they was real, they was actin' It's all good, we not gon' trip, we gon' tax 'em Oh Lord, callin' on the Lord like I talk to the Devil sometimes Every time I lose somebody you know that it's numb time I sit back, take a pill and think about 'em, all the good times Steppin' on these niggas for my pain (Steppin' on) Steppin' on these niggas for my pain (Yeah) Better bulletproof your umbrella 'Cause we known to make it rain Man, he turned out to be a fake fella That boy he not the same (The same) He changed up on his dawgs, man, he changed up on the game Man, he changed up on the game That boy switchin' lanes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) That's what you call a lame My boy got the same (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I said, every time they catch a stain (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Promised to my dawgs wouldn't change with that fame Everybody got water drippin' on 'em, no drain We gon' keep on catchin' these bodies Until my niggas find that mane (Whoa) Ayy, panorama roof, I'm watchin' when the rain go I think that I can count a million with my eyes closed (With my eyes closed) I done did some dirt that only God knows (God knows) Tell the plug that he could send it up, the number low (Yeah) Hustle all day, I count the money at night (At night) Expectin' them to change, so I wasn't surprised (Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah) Five-star hotel, I just got off a jet (Yeah, yeah) I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' (Yeah) I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' I ain't flexin', I ain't braggin' 1600
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Aaron Owuor Tago, Kobe Crawford, Gene Jabion Hixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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