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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smokepurpp
Smokepurpp
Performer
DRAM
DRAM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar Pineiro
Omar Pineiro
Composer
Shelley Massenburg-Smith
Shelley Massenburg-Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer

Lyrics

I count up, count up, count up, count up dope Throw a hundred racks it hit the floor In the VIP I'm sippin' dope I count up, count up, count up, count up dope I count up, count up, count up, count up dope Throw a hundred racks it hit the floor In the VIP I'm sippin' dope I count up, count up, count up, count up dope She say I'm an asshole, girl I know I don't want the pussy, baby girl, I wanted dome Today you catch a uber, girl I gotta send you home I got other bitches comin' home I count up, count up, count up, count up dope I got pack off a boat Chains on my neck make me choke And this is Gucci my coat Rick Owens all on my toes And I stay clean like some soap You don't know me, we not bros You don't know me, we not bros We don't even share the same hoes Niggas wanna copy my flow Copy my style, stealin' my clothes Look at my watch, that's 150 When in New York, feel like 50 I think yo' bitch wanna kiss me I let her top me, no kissing I count up, count up, count up, count up dope Throw a hundred racks it hit the floor In the VIP I'm sippin' dope I count up, count up, count up, count up dope I count up, count up, count up, count up dope Throw a hundred racks it hit the floor In the VIP I'm sippin' dope I count up, count up, count up, count up dope I got Lucy in the sky with the diamonds feelin' on her Booty, while I finish assignment, thumbin' through this loose leaf By myself on my own island 'til it is time to leave Then I'm back up in here wildin', baby wipe off your Nose, what you do with that white girl, the lord, the only one Knows, 'cause you claim you don't know her, man, that's how you get Exposed, actin' like you too concerned, baby, just lose Control, but not enough control to make the car crash To the fence, where I'm finna take it Once I hit it, I touch all the bases Barry Bonds, Ken Griffey, Mark McGwire with it Yeah, that boy is frigid Lately, it's hotter than the summer, what you wanna know, yeah yeah I count up, count up, count up, count up dope Throw a hundred racks it hit the floor In the VIP I'm sippin' dope I count up, count up, count up, count up dope I count up, count up, count up, count up dope Throw a hundred racks it hit the floor In the VIP I'm sippin' dope I count up, count up, count up, count up dope
Writer(s): Fred Lowinger, Omar Jeffrey Pineiro, Rory William Quigley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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