Count It Up by TRAP$TARLORDI Lyrics
Intro:
(Whoo)
Chorus:
Count, money
Stack, stack that money
Tryna be all buddy buddy
When you get that money, don't trust em
Count it up, count that money
Count, count that money
Count it up, count that money x3
Broke niggas looking crazy
See all these fuck niggas hating
I don't give a fuck, nigga pay me
Damn
Count it up (stack it up) x8
Woah
Verse 1:
Sheesh
Count it up
Count it up
Count it up
Run that cash up if it's not enough
Or you will be told love is not enough
Damn, that's reality
So run it up, run it up, athletes
And just watch how they all running after me
I won't fall for it, zero gravity, damn
Anyway back to what matters, g
Haters gon always find sum' to hate
They tryna watch how I calculate and operate, I keep going, I never brake
Son these niggas on a rainy daaaay, that's how they all just evaporate
End them all I never hesitate
Shits working out, finally pushing weights
One (whoo) two (whoo)
Really, I make it look easy
Trapstarlordi in the building
I think it's time I really renovate
I just gotta get this money for my family and my niggas
My time is coming so I will stay patient
Fuck with me, GTA shit, leave you wasted
Chorus:
Verse 2:
Expose my thoughts to get these millions
This my destiny, I know this shit meant for me so you can keep your opinion
Yeah, I live where the stars at
All this hate I disregard that
I make trap music and shit
But really I'm bout bringing bars back (aye)
It's on now I'm back chasing commas
Now they gon feel the damn pressure
Me and members together
We don't give a shit about whoever
Work hard & stack these Randelas
So there ain't shit they can tell us
Oh boy we've been doing better
GK my squad we forever
Trap, Traplordi
I got more range than rover
Your fans know I'm colder
Soon I'll be all over
Know I'm getting closer
Got my damn controller
Tell the game it's over
Got my GK soldiers
On cloud 9 like stoners
We can't go any lower
Lower, Lower, Lower ... gang
End
(Whoo)
Chorus:
Count, money
Stack, stack that money
Tryna be all buddy buddy
When you get that money, don't trust em
Count it up, count that money
Count, count that money
Count it up, count that money x3
Broke niggas looking crazy
See all these fuck niggas hating
I don't give a fuck, nigga pay me
Damn
Count it up (stack it up) x8
Woah
Verse 1:
Sheesh
Count it up
Count it up
Count it up
Run that cash up if it's not enough
Or you will be told love is not enough
Damn, that's reality
So run it up, run it up, athletes
And just watch how they all running after me
I won't fall for it, zero gravity, damn
Anyway back to what matters, g
Haters gon always find sum' to hate
They tryna watch how I calculate and operate, I keep going, I never brake
Son these niggas on a rainy daaaay, that's how they all just evaporate
End them all I never hesitate
Shits working out, finally pushing weights
One (whoo) two (whoo)
Really, I make it look easy
Trapstarlordi in the building
I think it's time I really renovate
I just gotta get this money for my family and my niggas
My time is coming so I will stay patient
Fuck with me, GTA shit, leave you wasted
Chorus:
Verse 2:
Expose my thoughts to get these millions
This my destiny, I know this shit meant for me so you can keep your opinion
Yeah, I live where the stars at
All this hate I disregard that
I make trap music and shit
But really I'm bout bringing bars back (aye)
It's on now I'm back chasing commas
Now they gon feel the damn pressure
Me and members together
We don't give a shit about whoever
Work hard & stack these Randelas
So there ain't shit they can tell us
Oh boy we've been doing better
GK my squad we forever
Trap, Traplordi
I got more range than rover
Your fans know I'm colder
Soon I'll be all over
Know I'm getting closer
Got my damn controller
Tell the game it's over
Got my GK soldiers
On cloud 9 like stoners
We can't go any lower
Lower, Lower, Lower ... gang
End