Rico Nasty - Countin' Up lyrics

[Intro] Hello? Yeah b**h, I said I'm on my way Hello? Yeah b**h, I said I'm on my way The f**? b**h I'm coming the f**? Woah! Kenny! Yeah! [Verse 1] I'm the b**h with the long hair and the top off Talk tough, like a bottle top, we twist your top off Had to hit the turn quick, just to get the narcs off I'm the real deal shawty and you just the knock off Shake it up - no Coca Cola, I'm the one that pop off Hit me on my Motorola if you need some narcos I've been working every day, no, I ain't never call off Talking sh** on Instagram, that pistol make you log off It's upsetting that these b**hes think they better than me I got the bar too high and it's hard to beat Gucci shades hit dark so, it's hard to see The easy part is gettin' money but it's hard to keep I know you seeing that I am busy so, don't bother me Like I pa**ed every test, you ain't as smart as me You a stunt double, shawty you a wanna be See me on the scene, you know that I charged the fee Like yeah! [Chorus] What? What? What? What? What? What? b**hes on my dick, so what? What? What? What? What? What? What? It don't matter 'cause I'm steady countin' up What? What? What? What? What? What? b**hes on my dick, so what? What? What? What? What? What? What? It don't matter 'cause I'm steady countin' up [Verse 2] You can never handle a b**h like me Make my own money, and I buy my own weed Touch my wrist and your hand gon' freeze Beggin' for the kitty on his hands and knees Who you frontin' on? Come on girl, I know you a rookie You got some followers, so what? Do you want you a cookie? I got promoters throwin' shows so they can say that they booked me When I walk up in the mall, they be turnin' and lookin' No race, I went easy 'cause the pace I been pushin' In the stew, I'm like a chef, they like, "Rico, what you cookin'?" Probably one of these b**hes' heads, I'm better than all the rest No this is not a drill, hoe, this sh** is not a test I think you need to roll out, catch you actin' too hesitant I bet you can't count all the money that I just spent n***as singin' to the feds like they Jazmine Sullivan My racks too big, I just popped my rubber band [Chorus] What? What? What? What? What? What? b**hes on my dick, so what? What? What? What? What? What? What? It don't matter 'cause I'm steady countin' up What? What? What? What? What? What? b**hes on my dick, so what? What? What? What? What? What? What? It don't matter 'cause I'm steady countin' up