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Yung Kayo

Count That

 

Count That

(album: + + + - 2019)


Uh, yeah (Yung Kayo)
Uh (Yeah, uh)
Uh (Yeah)
Yung Kayo, uh
Yeah, yeah
I'm in a full house with Danny Tanner (Uh, uh)
Made the boy buck, I think he from Tampa (Uh, uh)
Pull up to Atlanta working with a scammer (Working with a scammer, yeah)
This ain't no Soulja, my speakers go hammer (Yeah, uh, uh)

Put that work in that tip, bitch, I move like a captain
That boy ain't got nothing, he in Alabama
She was my Rudolph, I think I'm her Santa
Told that bitch pull up, not talking 'bout Pamper
She wear me at night, not talking pajama
Gave that bitch roses, her first name was Amber
This ain't no MC, I got the hammer
I think she was French, not talking Montana
Your wrist go tick-tock (Ooh)
My shit be silent, it cost me a camel
I'm counting commas (Yeah)
Fuck is you talkin'? Correcting your grammar
I got the heat, lil' bitch, the lava (The lava)
These bitches calling, not talking Mo Bamba (Yeah)
I got the work, lil' bitch, Rihanna
My niggas shooting, turn your ass to pasta (Uh, what?)

Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)
Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)

Tiptoe in my Jordans but this ain't no RiFF RAFF
Gucci my sweater, you know I been had that
Issey my jacket, you know I'ma kick back
Me and my bitch got space in the Maybach
I got the hundreds, stuff it in my backpack
Me and my niggas sliding out to Baghdad
I took his bitch, yeah, nigga, I bagged that
If you shoot, you know we gon' clap back (Yeah, yeah)
I fucked that bitch once then kicked
I gotta lean, I gotta dip (Yeah)
Come to a party and fuck up the VIP
Niggas do anything just for a click (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
I'm buying bricks, I'm selling bricks (Skrrt, uh)
Waiting niggas always ask for a tip
I pull up to the club in a ship (Oh)
I got heavy metal, baby, the clips (Uh, what?)

Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)
Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Count that money, I get it, yeah (Uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)

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