Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Count It Up , by - DRAKORelease date: 08.11.2018
Song language: English
Count It Up |
| Run up a check, Nike shoe it |
| These hundreds on me, they the bluest |
| Your bitch ain’t a fan, she a groupie |
| I fuck on that thot, watch me do it |
| Count up a check, I just do it |
| This ice on my neck, I’m the coolest |
| I traded my Coogi for Gucci |
| I traded my J’s for these Louies |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, I do it |
| Hoo, hoo, she wanna kick it like Beckham |
| Hoo, hoo, hah, she wanna rock on a Tesla |
| Hoo, hoo, for the money bag, I’m goin' federal |
| Hoo, hoo, she on the molly and edibles |
| I shift the gear when I lane switch |
| This a new ho, not the same bitch |
| This a Patek, not that plain shit |
| Flooded my rocks up like Dang, bitch |
| New Margielas what I’m steppin' on |
| G5 what I’m flyin' on |
| Breitling come with different time zones |
| I don’t even know what time I’m on |
| Run up a check, Nike shoe it |
| These hundreds on me, they the bluest |
| Your bitch ain’t a fan, she a groupie |
| I fuck on that thot, watch me do it |
| Count up a check, I just do it |
| This ice on my neck, I’m the coolest |
| I traded my Coogi for Gucci |
| I traded my J’s for these Louies |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, I do it |
| Run it up, run it up, run it up, yeah I do that for sure, uh |
| Fed shit, ah |
| All this drip on me cost me some rackades (Big cash) |
| I come from the cut like a Band-aid (Yeah) |
| I’m so up, I might go on a rampage (Rampage) |
| I’m the hottest, you might catch a heat wave (Ooh) |
| I make plays in J’s, I’m sporty (Sporty) |
| Kick her out 'cause she tried to record me (Get out, bitch) |
| I’m a boss, you can’t do nothin' for me (Nothin') |
| The Aston Martin, it’s a V12, when I hit the gas, it get noisy |
| I want paper on top of dead paper, nigga, that’s the moral of the story (Yeah) |
| I was sellin' packs while touring, hey |
| I’m in Miami with boats (Yeah) |
| They rankin' me with the GOAT’s (Ranks) |
| If it’s not a jet, put me in first class (Why?) |
| Fuck I look like ridin' coach? |
| (I don’t know) |
| Run up a check, Nike shoe it |
| These hundreds on me, they the bluest |
| Your bitch ain’t a fan, she a groupie |
| I fuck on that thot, watch me do it |
| Count up a check, I just do it |
| This ice on my neck, I’m the coolest |
| I traded my Coogi for Gucci |
| I traded my J’s for these Louies |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it |
| Get it up, count it up, run it up, I do it |