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Key Glock – Count Up lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, bitch
Play with your pussy not me ho
Ha, bitch
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin' nigga, ayy

[Chorus]
One two, bitch I'm gettin' my loot
Three four, trappin' is a sport
Five six, bitch I'm really rich
Seven eight, tell me why these niggas hate
Nine ten, pulled up in a Benz
Eleven twelve, I be fresh as hell
Thirteen fourteen, I got some for sale
Fifteen sixteen, money everywhere
All this damn money, I got money everywhere
All this damn money, I got money everywhere
All this damn money, I got money everywhere
(I got) money over here
(I got) money over there

[Verse 1]
Hundreds, fifties, twenties in my front and back pockets
Rice Krispie chopper, I'ma snap, crack, and pop him
Lil Glock be the topic, all you niggas do is gossip (ho)
Go to Neiman Marcus with a barbie, spend the profit (bankroll)
Never been a trick (no)
I been having shit (I got it)
You think I'm a lick? (what?)
Let my chopper spit (fire)
Never been a trick (uh-uh)
I been having shit (Glock)
You think I'm a lick? (what?)
Let my chopper spit (man down)


[Chorus]
One two, bitch I'm gettin' my loot
Three four, trappin' is a sport
Five six, bitch I'm really rich
Seven eight, tell me why these niggas hate
Nine ten, pulled up in a Benz
Eleven twelve, I be fresh as hell
Thirteen fourteen, I got some for sale
Fifteen sixteen, money everywhere

[Verse 2]
Got a Glock-17 on me, nigga I double dare (I dare you)
Go and ask your bitch, yeah I pull triggers, I pull hair (yeah)
And I be fresh as hell, make these hoes stop and stare, yeah
I be killin' shit, they tryna give your boy the chair
I'm pourin' out the pint, it got me movin' like a snail (mud)
I bust up on your bitch and then I go bust down a bale (yeah)
Rolex on me yeah, I talk shit like Ric Flair (Dae Dae)
Rolex on me yeah, I talk shit like Ric Flair (bitch)

[Chorus]
One two, bitch I'm gettin' my loot
Three four, trappin' is a sport
Five six, bitch I'm really rich
Seven eight, tell me why these niggas hate
Nine ten, pulled up in a Benz
Eleven twelve, I be fresh as hell
Thirteen fourteen, I got some for sale
Fifteen sixteen, money everywhere


[Outro]
Money everywhere, yeah yeah
Hah bitch I got money everywhere, bitch, yeah
Ayy
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Songwriters: Brandon Parker, Markeyvius Cathey
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