[Chorus]
Count up
Count up, man I need the money count up
Wake up in the morning got them hundreds on the counter
B*tch I'm getting paid ain't no other way around it
Pockets fulla money got them rubber bands around it
Count up
Count up, man I need the money count up
Wake up in the morning got them hundreds on the counter
B*tch I'm getting paid ain't no other way around it
Pockets fulla money got them rubber bands around it
Imma count up
Get yo bread up

[Verse 1]
Houndreds on the counter ain't no other way around it
I've been getting to the money since a mu'f*cka found it
Got you ? if you talking 'bout a check
I'm a OG 'round the scene, better show me my respect
?... where they coming for your neck
I be whipping 'round the city while I'm blowing on the best
No stress
Watch me count up all the mu"f*ckin cake
If you fake then I bet we don't relate
Put your money on the case ?...
On my Homie Quan S*it get the f*ck out my face
Can you please, make some room for a G
A lot of horse power watch me zoom through the street
Now I'm on the move got a room by the beach
Got a lot of ? get the money
Let my b*tch count the bands
Told her hit a lick and and make a flip for the grams
B*tch I'm in the game you just hate from the stands
Everywhere I go h*es say I'm the man
Got a plan
Get the bread, then I cash out
Run up on me, talkin s*it and imma spaz out
Gettin' money homie pull the f*ckin racks out
Thumbin through the check while my homie serve the packs out
[Chorus]
Count up
Count up, man I need the money count up
Wake up in the morning got them hundreds on the counter
B*tch I'm getting paid ain't no other way around it
Pockets fulla money got them rubber bands around it
Count up
Count up, man I need the money count up
Wake up in the morning got them hundreds on the counter
B*tch I'm getting paid ain't no other way around it
Pockets fulla money got them rubber bands around it
Imma count up
Get yo bread up

[Verse 2]
Money so long I can lean on it
Spot a bad b*tch I put the team on it
Gs on my waist Michael Kors on the wrist
Got my bands up now I'm living like I'm rich
Used to be the red ? now I'm in the whip
Just pulled up on the scene straight looking like a lick
Couple b*tches on my d*ck, can"t seem to get ''em off
Plug fronted me the pack now I gotta get it off
? never tell 'em how I move
Gucci on my feet couple hundred for the shoes
'Cus I got a lot of s*it that I really gotta prove
When I see 'em hatin on me 'cus I know they wanna loose
Money on the streets I ain't never left the crew
Now it's back to the gap, give a f*ck about you
[Chorus]
Count up
Count up, man I need the money count up
Wake up in the morning got them hundreds on the counter
B*tch I'm getting paid ain't no other way around it
Pockets fulla money got them rubber bands around it
Count up
Count up, man I need the money count up
Wake up in the morning got them hundreds on the counter
B*tch I'm getting paid ain't no other way around it
Pockets fulla money got them rubber bands around it
Imma count up
Get yo bread up