[Intro: Trick Mosa]
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Trick Mosa]
One b*tch, two b*tch, three b*tch, none
I don't, f*ck with, anyone
[Chorus: Trick Mosa]
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye aye
[Verse 1: Trick Mosa]
Run up the racks, yeah
I'm 'bout to make that sh*t back, aye
Damn
Flood the Patek, wait
I'm 'bout to f*ck up a check, yeah
I made it up from the ground
I need a b*tch who ain't holding me down
Play all my sh*t when I'm f*cking around
Counting these b*tches I'm making my round (Goddamn)
I speak facts, lot of these rappers are making me laugh
Foot on they neck, man I need to relax
f*cking they b*tch, I'm about to collapse (Talk that sh*t)
I'm really doing the most, yeah
Hop in the foreign and ghost, yeah
Came a long way from the lows, yeah
No time for loving these hoes (f*ck 'em)
[Pre-Chorus: Trick Mosa]
One b*tch, two b*tch, three b*tch, none
I don't, f*ck with, anyone
[Chorus: Trick Mosa]
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye aye
[Verse 2: EMI]
Pound that lil' b*tch in the back of the Acura (Acura)
I just got head from a b*tch that's named Tabatha (Tabatha)
f*cking your b*tch and you know I don't wrap it up (Wrap it up)
Counting this money I just like to stack it up, woah (Stack it up)
I might just go blow a check (Check)
My brother, he's strapped with a tec (Tec)
We at your house, we come to collect
If you coming, then you coming correct
Talking sh*t, better get going
Snap a pus*y n*gga like a wishbone, goddamn
Hop in the lamb and I race (Race)
All my hundreds, man they blue in the face (Face)
Smoking dope till I doze off
Off-White with the Goyard
Getting texts from your wifey (Yeah)
Counting checks like Nike (Woo)
[Pre-Chorus: Trick Mosa]
One b*tch, two b*tch, three b*tch, none
I don't, f*ck with, anyone
[Chorus: Trick Mosa]
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye aye
[Verse 3: Trick Mosa]
Spent a band, on my Louie
Flexing like it's nothing, aye
Pour a drop of Bacardi
Sipping till' I'm buzzing, aye
Run it up, fill my cup
I can't even function, aye
Got your b*tch, on my di*k
Cause you know we f*cking, yeah
C'est la vie
This my sh*t, don't mind me
Push to start, drop the key
Who up next? I might be
f*ck you thought? I don't stop
I keep going, till' I drop
Crash my whip, I might not
See my bands, that's a lot lot lot
[Pre-Chorus: Trick Mosa]
One b*tch, two b*tch, three b*tch, none (Damn)
I don't, f*ck with, anyone (Yeah)
[Chorus: Trick Mosa]
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye (Skrt)
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye aye
[Outro: Trick Mosa]
Count off, Count off, Count off, yeah