S.K. - Count Up lyrics

[Verse 1: SK] When I was a youngin' momma hit me in the chest "Why you got these tardies n***a why you got these F's" You gone go to school and n***a you gone do yo best Started eating punches so she let my uncles do the rest n***as think it's sweet think my bands ain't real Started jugging and finessin' like I never had a meal I just f**ed yo hoe, n***a how do you feel She invited me to her crib to netflix and chill Flexin' and Finessin' yes I do this sh** the best If a n***a run up wrong, then that's 2-3 in his chest Hol' up Hol' up Hol' up, Mary Jane, finna roll up Pour up Pour up Pour up, Countin' money from the floor up [Hook] Count Up, Count Up, Count Up all I wanna do Truthfully man I could give 2 f**s ´bout you I can tell he broke cause he don´t make no moves Riding with them ratchets better keep your coolx2 [Verse 2: SK] I just stole yo b**h on the downlow (Skrrrt) I'm way off the sh**s on the downlow (What!) I'm still selling rocks on the downlow (Damn!) She gave me good top I kicked her out though (Damn!) No you can't sleep over you finna walk home You can´t get no Uber not with my dough Tell yo b**h come same time tomorrow Silly hoe I just finessed her iPhone [Hook]