Soulja Boy - Count It lyrics

rate me

They say soulja back, soulja back, damn

Catch me in the kitchen with my backpack

Backpack, yeah man, yeah I got my backpack

50 fucking stacks in my backpack

I’m riding through the city, rolling through the city

Got a bad bitch and she rollin with me

They say soulja boy, he going ham

They say soulja boy, he got cash

Pull up, hop out, what’s happenin

Blowing cash, blowing money fast man

Leaning on that dark, that purple drink

On that kick stand, soulja boy the boss, the man

Pull up in a range rover and it’s pink

I’m on my dipset camron swag stage

I pull up with this hunned k in my damn jeans

I feel so hard, sodmg

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Count it, count it, count that money

Count it, count it, count that money

Count it, count it, count that money

Count it, count it, count that money

Count all that money, count it

Count all that money, count it

Pull up to the mall they know what time it is

Soulja boy love to go shoppin

Pull up to the Gucci store, what’s poppin

I need that right there, I need everything over there

I’m swagging, Cuban links cost 80 bands, Cuban

God damn, soulja boy on kick stand

Pte on my right hand, god damn I go in

Soulja, Versace all on my belt buckle, Versace

Faero on my left...can’t touch this

That rolex on my wrist, they know soulja boy the shit

Count it, count it, count that money

I be riding in my Bentley,

They thought it was Bugatti

God damn soulja boy is getting money

He must be in the motherfucking ...

[Hook] x 2

Count it, count it, count that money

Count it, count it, count that money

Count it, count it, count that money

Count it, count it, count that money

Count all that money, count it

Count all that money, count it.