(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 turned sixteen my whip game was cold Counting fifty thousand then Tony with 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 foes 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 Bricks 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