Playboi Carti - Count It Up lyrics

n***as wanna see me dead I don't give a f** about sh**, ah Cash calling I pull a whole foe in my f**ing car Count it up, count it up f** through the chat Man I can't f** with y'all We dressing them bricks and then we out it all Mixing magella n***a designer girl Got like 10 hoes in my f**ing air 2 condos I ain't even there I'm like f**ed her they can't come in here I'm f**ing on this bed like she my main I be in the trap wearing one 40 shots my Glock make a block go insane I just signed a wang on my peoples can't feel this pain I just signed a way, I got that thing that b**h go bang I just met this b**h I swear this b**h is tryina bang Posting on my side, yeah n***a f** the fan Yeah n***a money dancing to the bang I'm on a side, on a side on this lane I'm on the side, I'm on this lane I be on some other sh** Got in her got that b**h and sell a bit p**y n***as hating to get relevant Money bets I need that b**h I need that b**h where they at, I need that Coupe dazzle smash b**h I need that Money coming f**ing bang Foreign car American Foreign by the wear the a** in Call me carter n***a ben have it I'm just saying feels ??? and some magic First I move the stall to the attic My plugs pull up and get it bracking My cous pull up and get it cracking Leather pillets like the b**h you like it Pull the taste ball that b**h what's happening b**h what's happening I'm pulling up the plug like go get it b**h, go get it This n***a like a diamonds glisten I just listen, I'm just pimping except for atlantic kicking With my n***as, with my n***as I pull a whole foe in my f**ing car Count it up, count it up f** through the chat Man I can't f** with y'all We dressing them bricks and then we out it all Mixing magella n***a designer girl Got like 10 hoes in my f**ing air 2 condos I ain't even there I'm like f**ed her they can't come in here