(Add it up. sh** ain't no game n***a. Cutthroat money gang n***a.)
[Hook: Joey Fatts]
f**ing up the count
f**ing up the count
My momma gon' wild out
She catch me trapping out her house
But now I'm f**ing up the count
f**ing up the count
Started with an ounce
Now we got dough in large amounts
But now I'm f**ing up the count
f**ing up the count
My momma gon' wild out
She catch me trapping out her house
But now I'm f**ing up the count
f**ing up the count
Started with an ounce
Now we got dough in large amounts
[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Outchea' tryna' get it b**h, my momma getting old
Way before I went to school I learned to work the stove
By the time I touched sixteen my whip game was cold
Counting fifty thousand [?] them zones
Trapping out the house, f**ing on these hoes
They love to run their mouth, you gotta' stay away from those
Watch out for them n***as hating, calling you they bro
Plotting on your dough, on the low them n***as [?]
I'm f**ing up the, f**ing up the, f**ing up the count
b**h I'm a hustler n***as rarely see me drought
[?] in the attic, Ks in the couch
All we talk is money so they know what we about
If they coming for me then we chopping n***as out
Getting over on me that's some sh** I highly doubt
Pulling off the lot in some sh** I can't pronounce
You n***as call it flexing I'm just f**ing up the count
[Hook: Joey Fatts]
f**ing up the count
f**ing up the count
My momma gon' wild out
She catch me trapping out her house
But now I'm f**ing up the count
f**ing up the count
Started with an ounce
Now we got dough in large amounts
But now I'm f**ing up the count
f**ing up the count
My momma gon' wild out
She catch me trapping out her house
But now I'm f**ing up the count
f**ing up the count
Started with an ounce
Now we got dough in large amounts