Joey Fatts - Count lyrics

(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