Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Countin' Up , by - Rico Nasty. Song from the album Nasty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sugar Trap
Song language: English
Countin' Up |
| Hello? |
| Yeah bitch, I said I’m on my way |
| Hello? |
| Yeah bitch, I said I’m on my way |
| The fuck? |
| Bitch I’m coming the fuck? |
| Woah! |
| Kenny! |
| Yeah! |
| I’m the bitch with the long hair and the top off |
| Talk tough, like a bottle top, we twist your top off |
| Had to hit the turn quick, just to get the narcs off |
| I''m the real deal, shawty, and you just the knock off |
| Pop it up no Coca Cola, I’m the one that pop off |
| Hit me on my Motorola if you need some narcos |
| I’ve been working every day, no I ain’t never call off |
| Talking shit on Instagram, that pistol make you log off |
| It’s upsetting that these bitches think they better than me |
| I got the bar too high, and it’s hard to beat |
| Gucci shades, head dark, so it’s hard to see |
| The easy part is getting money but it’s hard to keep |
| I know you seeing that I am busy, so don’t bother me |
| Like I passed every test, and it slaughtered me |
| You a stunt double, shawty, you a wanna be |
| See me on the scene, you know that I charged a fee |
| Like! |
| What, what, what, what, what, what |
| Bitches on my dick, so what? |
| What, what, what, what, what, what |
| It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up |
| What, what, what, what, what, what |
| Bitches on my dick, so what? |
| What, what, what, what, what, what |
| It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up |
| You can never handle a bitch like me |
| Make my own money, and I buy my own weed |
| If you touch my wrist then your hand gon' freeze |
| Beggin' for the kitty on his hands and knees |
| Who you frontin' on? |
| Come on girl, I know you a rookie |
| You got some followers, so what, do you want you a cookie? |
| I got promoters throwin' shows so they can say that they booked me |
| When I walk up in the mall, they be turnin' and lookin' |
| No race, I went easy 'cause the pace I been pushin' |
| In the storm, like a chef, they like, «Rico, what you cookin'?» |
| Probably one of these bitches' heads, I’m better than all the rest |
| No this is not a drill, oh, this shit is not a test |
| If you need to roll out, catch you actin' too hesitant |
| I bet you can’t count all this money that I just spent |
| They singin' to the feds like they Jazmine Sullivan |
| My racks too big, I just popped my rubber band |
| What, what, what, what, what, what |
| Bitches on my dick, so what |
| What, what, what, what, what, what |
| It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up |
| What, what, what, what, what, what |
| Bitches on my dick, so what |
| What, what, what, what, what, what |
| It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up |