Count It Up

Too many grown-ass men feel like somebody owe 'em something Last time I checked, it's the same twenty-four hours every day, nigga What you doin' with it? (La Música de Harry Fraud) count it up Tryna fade us with that quarantine Left the game, and left a tab Robbed the bank without the mask And told 'em count it up Told 'em count it up I be shootin' from half Not the front, we use the back And told 'em count it up Told 'em count it up Told 'em count it up, ayy (let's go) It wasn't no Hi-Tech, we Wock' it up I never could side with them niggas We come from the same shit, but I went and got it up You play with the family, we tie you up All that I know is go count it up Twenty hoes in the Sprinter let's round 'em up Let's go slide on them niggas, you down or what? We was fuckin' housin' up I only buy weed as I'm countin' up I came a long way from the kitchen And whipped New Edition, I went Bobby Brown on 'em I pulled up with shottas Before the Dior shit we used to do Prada It ain't no more Ramadas Now they follow me, I feel like Elijah She callin' me daddy, but I'm not her father (I'm not) I'm with the fade like a barber, buggin' out They ain't 'bout that paper, we cut em out How you a gangster? You want the clout We voted to pack 'em, we want 'em out You tryna walk, niggas run you out Her ass was fat, but I want her mouth We count it up while y'all runnin' out Dead homies Tryna fade us with that quarantine Left the game, and left a tab Robbed the bank without the mask And told 'em count it up Told 'em count it up I be shootin' from half Not the front, we use the back And told 'em count it up Told 'em count it up Told 'em count it up Ayy, top, número uno Not Jason Derulo Cop that, swerve, from that curb Behind that curve, designers, curse But stoppin' that wave even more Drinkin' that Holy Water Titles were paid for foreigns Makin' my mils in order From the ground, hot sauce, brown bag nacho South Bronx chopper, your flow sound knock-off F*ck it, you make it, you lose it Long as them youngins are drippin' and cruisin' Bustin' down onions, that raw, that sushi Talkin' them guns and fades like Boosie Strippers floor moppin', South Bronx blockin' Tryna fade us with that quarantine Left the game, and left a tab Robbed the bank without the mask And told 'em count it up Told 'em count it up I be shootin' from half Not the front, we use the back And told 'em count it up Told 'em count it up Told 'em count it up, ayy