Lyrics Count It Up - DRAKO, Moneybagg Yo

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