Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Count It Up, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 06.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Count It Up |
| You already know the deal |
| You niggas know what I dealt, let just be for real |
| and while you at it young you just keep your artist still |
| and peel the rap off the blocks like a banana peel |
| Tell me can ya see the flake, one glance of that glitter make ya wanna shake |
| Adrenaline, rushing blood flowing through your veins |
| when you close your eyes at night do you be seeing things |
| 'cause nigga I was seeing things |
| At least a hundred at a time, and that’s on everything |
| Magic city one-twelve, let me reminisce |
| A nigga must-a miss something how did it come to this |
| You got niggas runnin' round like they run the town |
| Dope game, game over, jizzle’s on the map |
| Now watch me cock it right back and hit a home run |
| Enough bricks at one time to build a home, son. |
| They like god damn young, boy, you on one |
| everybody talkin' bricks but they don’t own none |
| What ya niggas know about counting millions |
| The only place there ain’t money is on the ceilin' |
| Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up |
| Take it all out your pocket, count it up, count it up |
| Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up |
| Pull it all out your pocket count it up, count it up |
| I’m goin' in, fuck it, I’m goin' in |
| I was just about to check up the top let’s begin, |
| Let the room start to fill up with smoke no inhalin', |
| I turn it forward into a nine I’ll be in heaven, |
| You leave here and get caught with this nine I’ll be a felon, |
| I ain’t the one for doing no time just know I’m bellin' |
| The government don’t really approve of what I’m selling, |
| Get jammed up we all know the rules, there’s no tellin' |
| Even though I came to bring you the word, I’m no reverend |
| Just a casualty in the game more like a veteran |
| Ask me do I no treat babes and them cookies |
| Got fifteen hundred and dimes when we was rookies |
| And tell me how I go up to at least thirty (?) |
| Just one for the niggas out here, doing they thing |
| Every day riskin it all deep in the game |
| Ain’t about to ask a nigga for shit, I feel the same |
| They like god damn young, boy, you on one |
| everybody talkin' bricks but they don’t own none |
| What ya niggas know about counting millions |
| The only place there ain’t money is on the ceilin' |
| Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, |
| Take it all out your pocket, count it up, count it up |
| Now count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, |
| Pull it all out your pocket count it up, count it up |