Count It lyrics

[Verse 1]
Blue bands in my luggage, wrist is Blue Bell with the ice ho (Ice ho)
20/20 vision, but I'm Stevie to a price though (Price)
Need that AMG just for the summer, I can't ride slow (Skrr)
Everything is fire, to these hatin' hoes I'm ice cold (Ice)
Blew the roof off of the 'Rari
Just copped me a crib, it's big as a Stanley (What?)
They watchin' the kid like a nanny
I'm cookin' that sh*t they give get me a Grammy
C-C-Call my squad, if it's war, they gon' ride for me (Ride)
Still hold my own, I don't need no one to fight for me
b*tch, watch yo' tongue
Watch me win, I'm on my run (On my run)
You one and done, ho
Can't be me, I'm one of one (One of one)
Money kicked up, think I hit a Brinks truck (What?)
Cuban link tucked, bands gon' make my jeans bust (b*tch)

[Chorus]
Count it, count it
Count it, count it
Really havin' sh*t, I don't gotta check the balance
It keep addin' up, really gettin' hard to count it (Ho)
Count it (b*tch), count it (Ho)
Count it (b*tch), count it (Ho)
Really havin' sh*t, I don't gotta check the balance
It keep addin' up, really gettin' hard to count it (Count it)
[Verse 2]
B-Ballin' crazy, yeah, wrist work cost me 80, yeah (What?)
Hoes be shady, plottin' on me, tryna play me, yeah (Tryna play me)
10 bands get a ho knocked off (Knocked off)
Knock it off, b*tch, we'll pop out (Pop out)
You on my di*k, ho, hop off
Copy this drip, ain't got sauce
I make the bag work (Work), digital dash vert (Ho)
I get to the cash first, killin' these hoes, any last words?
I'm really touchin' a grip, commas on commas, I'm hustlin', b*tch
I let the racks talk, what you say comin' in muffled as sh*t (b*tch)
Speak up, I'm runnin' sh*t, can't keep up
Balance took a leap up, feel like that paper seek us
Broke b*tch, seek help, 'bout that green like sea kelp
Shawty see me, she melt, face on my double G belt (Haha!)

[Chorus]
Count it, count it
Count it, count it
Really havin' sh*t, I don't gotta check the balance
It keep addin' up, really gettin' hard to count it (Ho)
Count it (b*tch), count it (Ho)
Count it (b*tch), count it (Ho)
Really havin' sh*t, I don't gotta check the balance
It keep addin' up, really gettin' hard to count it (Count it)