D Dash - Count It Up lyrics
rate mefeat. Trae Tha Truth & Bo Deal
[Hook]
I got a bitch in Chicago, but ain’t none by the shot
I got a bitch in Miami, she in my able she run
I got a bitch that’s in Houston, phone call and she textin
Got a bitch in Atlanta, by the way she finessing
Yeah, all my bitches count it up,
All my niggas count it up
If you get money nigga, count it up
Erythang I own, count it up
D dash thought the dash, race car
Pull up in any hood, face card
2 pistols, 4 clips, safeguard
Work overtime, so we play hard
Me and flock in the ghost, fast money
Riding with no seat belt, we some crash dummies
Hot boy like juvi, no cash money
I’m in the player circle, duffle bag money
Make sure it’s right, bitch count it again
That ass right, bitch bounce it again
Bottle after bottle, we clowning again
Ace of spades, no joke, just playing to win
[Hook]
I got a bitch in Chicago, but ain’t none by the shot
I got a bitch in Miami, she in my able she run
I got a bitch that’s in Houston, phone call and she textin
Got a bitch in Atlanta, by the way she finessing
Yeah, all my bitches count it up,
All my niggas count it up
If you get money nigga, count it up
Erythang I own, count it up
I got a bitch in the rarri, she like to ride with no ceiling
She from the gutter, she rich, she like to fuck with no feelings
Her money hustle vanillas, just like these clips I keep peeling
That a brand new coupe a Mercedes, full of pay that I fuck around
Keep spilling
This bitch all on my dick the way to let go
She don’t know shit but know to get dough
It will add up, she know to get more
She don’t pay me, she know to get low
Make the play I call that t bow
Soon as she done I come to repo
Tell her what time gonn count it up
She lose that count, she got to go
I got a bitch from ace town to d town
Detroit on back to ny
Chitown on down to la
Carolina, on down to mi
She fly, damn I can’t forget the say
She wanna stay but damn I can’t forget this pay
She get kicked off the team, she won’t get played
Both loose through this…
[Hook]
I got a bitch in Chicago, but ain’t none by the shot
I got a bitch in Miami, she in my able she run
I got a bitch that’s in Houston, phone call and she textin
Got a bitch in Atlanta, by the way she finessing
Yeah, all my bitches count it up,
All my niggas count it up
If you get money nigga, count it up
Erythang I own, count it up
You getting money, count it up, bitch I’m on the money train
Duffle bag full of bread, bsm the money game
I can move a hunned thangs, wrap them up, hit the road
Traffic stop, nigga I ain’t stopping, pedal to the floor, skrit!
on my lap I got a Smith and Wesson,
Fuck jail, we can get it poppin like a fuckin western
All I know is get money, all my niggas on dummy
Chitown I run it, fuck a fight nigga we gun it
It’s the killer clan, brick squad
Dirt game we in it
If I make it nigga I spend it,
We the modern day no limit, nigga
It’s bo deal, I’m flexing when I go out
All I know is show out and getting off in a …out
[Hook]
I got a bitch in Chicago, but ain’t none by the shot
I got a bitch in Miami, she in my able she run
I got a bitch that’s in Houston, phone call and she textin
Got a bitch in Atlanta, by the way she finessing
Yeah, all my bitches count it up,
All my niggas count it up
If you get money nigga, count it up
Erythang I own, count it up.
