Harry Fraud - Count It Up lyrics

[Intro: Dave East] Too many grown-ass men, feel like somebody owe 'em something Last time I checked, it was the same twenty-four hours every day, ni**a What you doin' with it? (La Musica de Harry Fraud) Count it up [Chorus: French Montana & Dave East] Tryna fade us with that quarantine Left the game and left a tab Robbed the bank without the mask And told 'em count it up (Count it up) Told 'em count it up (Count it up) I be shootin' from half Not the front, we use the back I told 'em count it up (Count it up) I told 'em count it up (Count it up) I told 'em count it up (Count it up, ayy) Let's go [Verse 1: Dave East] It wasn't no Hi-tek, we Wock it up I could never side with them ni**as We come from the same sh*t, but I went and got it up (Got it up) You play with the family, we tie you up (Tie you up) All that I know is go count it up (Count it up) Twenty hoes in the Sprinter, let's round 'em up (Skrr) Let's go slide on them ni**as, you down or what? (Doo-doo, doo-doo) We was fu*kin' housin' up (Uh) I only buy weed as I'm countin' up (Countin' up) I came a long way from the kitchen And whipped New Edition, I went Bobby Brown on 'em (Bobby) I pulled up with shottas Before the Dior sh*t, we used to do Prada (Prada) It ain't no more Ramadas Now they follow me, I feel like Elijah She callin' me daddy, but I'm not her father (I'm not) I'm with the fade like a barber (Yeah), buggin' out They ain't 'bout that paper, we cut 'em out (Cut 'em out) How you a gangster? You want the clout We voted to pack 'em, we want 'em out (Pack 'em) You tryna walk, ni**as run you out (Run you out) Her ass was fat, but I want her mouth (I want it) We count it up while y'all runnin' out (Runnin' out, runnin' out) Dead homies [Chorus: French Montana] Tryna fade us with that quarantine Left the game and left a tab Robbed the bank without the mask I told 'em count it up (Count it up) I told 'em count it up (Count it up) I be shootin' from half Not the front, we use the back I told 'em count it up (Count it up) I told 'em count it up (Count it up) I told 'em count it up (Count it up, ayy) [Verse 2: French Montana] Aye, top, numero uno (Uno) Not Jason Derulo (Derulo) Cop that, swerve (Swerve) From that curb (Curb) Behind that curve (Curve) Designers curse (Curse) Not stoppin' that wave no more (More) Drinkin' that holy water (Water) Titles, we pay for foreigns (Funds) Makin' my mils in order (Order) From the ground, hustle (Hustle) Brown bag, nacho (Nacho) South Bronx chopper (Chopper) Your flow sound narco (Narco) fu*k it, you make it, you lose it Long as them youngins are drippin' and cruisin' Bussin' down onions, that raw, that sushi Totin' them guns and fades like Boosie (Han) Strippers floor, moppin' (Moppin') South Bronx blockin' (Blockin', han) [Chorus: French Montana] Tryna fade us with that quarantine Left the game and left a tab Robbed the bank without the mask I told 'em count it up (Count it up) I told 'em count it up (Count it up) I be shootin' from half Not the front, we use the back I told 'em count it up (Count it up) I told 'em count it up (Count it up) I told 'em count it up (Count it up, ayy)