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Countin' up
Hip-Hop/Rap
Countin' up was released on April 24, 2026 by Rackchasin.Ent / Paidnlonely & Rackchasin.E3, under exclusive license to Lonely music group. as a part of the album Young wavy life!
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Release DateApril 24, 2026
LabelRackchasin.Ent / Paidnlonely & Rackchasin.E3, under exclusive license to Lonely music group.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM108

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paidnlonely
Paidnlonely
Vocals
Rackchasin.E3
Rackchasin.E3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eli Diaz
Eli Diaz
Songwriter
Sedric Allen Wise Jr
Sedric Allen Wise Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lonely Music Group
Lonely Music Group
Producer
Rackchasin.Ent
Rackchasin.Ent
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
(Come on)
Pull up to the party, with my shades on
Countin' bankrolls, bitch my money long
Late night off that—, tryna get her back blown
E3 in Miami countin' up, you know he stack it up
How the fuck you rackchasin?, you don't even swag enough
Feeling like i'm subii, I just hit and then I dap it up
Tryna get that cash amount, bitch you know I add it up
Shorty got a wham up in the party, tell her back it up
Damn, damn, damn
Shorty in the party off that drink, you know she actin' up
Swerving in a black truck
Type of **** to splurge up in the mall, and run it back, bruh
I be stackin' pape, and all my bitches really badder'
Flex a bankroll, I'm stackin' pape, it make it matter
We gon' stack pape, again and again and make it faster
Fucked it one time, I'm rackchasin', and so I passed her (So I passed her)
(Woah, woah, bitch)
I told her, pull up to the spot
I just bought some new swag up out the shop
I ain't listen to your song cause it flop
I got bitches on my dick, tellin' me to drop
I rockin' good shit, chrome heart, that shit that you can't cop
I told her, pull up to the spot
She wanna fuck, I told her, " suck me on the clock"
Fucked around, called her a bitch, and now this hoe got me blocked
**** still tryna cop the swag, but this shit up outta' stock
We up upping sticks, and we tryna be some shit, Chrisean rock
I can't switch up on the bros, man, these hoes know we locked
**** broke, how you flex this shit that you ain't even bought
Me and Sed tryna' throw some bands up on the yacht
Bitch, I go crazy in the booth like Travis Scott
I be spendin' hella pape up in the mall, I make a lot
Had to dip cause the spot gettin' hot
They ain't talkin' bout the bands, then change the plot
I told her, pull up to the spot
I told her, pull up to th— (Pull up to the spot)
Written by: Eli Diaz, Sedric Allen Wise Jr
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