Count Up Lil Gotit (Ft. Trippie Redd)
"Count Up" by Lil Gotit featuring Trippie Redd blends hip-hop and trap elements, released in 2020. The lyrics focus on themes of wealth, success, and the hustle, reflecting the artists' rise in the music industry. Unique melodic flows and catchy hooks enhance its appeal, while its energetic vibe resonates with youth culture, celebrating ambition. #HipHop
[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(BANG$KOTT, fuck around, you know he make that beat drop)
Yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds
I count up the money (Yeah, I count up)
Rubber band, duffle-bag, count up the money (Count it up)
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, count it up)
Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy
She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny (Boom)
Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny
Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Jokes on you, ha-ha, still broke (Bitch)
Tear my Ferragamo belt off, dick in hеr throat (Woo, yeah)
Pull down my zipper, make a lil' bitch chokе
Steady hoppin' to conclusions, lil' nigga, get croaked (Bah)
No Facebook, face shots, nigga, get poked (Bah, woo)
I'm a slime, lil' bitch, like lil' Geico
Bust the Uzi off the mothafuckin' motorcycle (Slatt, okay)
He was barely breathing', had to let his lil' life go (Ha)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Lil Gotit]
Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds
I count up the money (I count up)
Rubber band duffle-bag, count up the money
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, hey)
Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy (Hey)
She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny
Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny
Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)
(BANG$KOTT, fuck around, you know he make that beat drop)
Yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds
I count up the money (Yeah, I count up)
Rubber band, duffle-bag, count up the money (Count it up)
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, count it up)
Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy
She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny (Boom)
Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny
Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Jokes on you, ha-ha, still broke (Bitch)
Tear my Ferragamo belt off, dick in hеr throat (Woo, yeah)
Pull down my zipper, make a lil' bitch chokе
Steady hoppin' to conclusions, lil' nigga, get croaked (Bah)
No Facebook, face shots, nigga, get poked (Bah, woo)
I'm a slime, lil' bitch, like lil' Geico
Bust the Uzi off the mothafuckin' motorcycle (Slatt, okay)
He was barely breathing', had to let his lil' life go (Ha)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Lil Gotit]
Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds
I count up the money (I count up)
Rubber band duffle-bag, count up the money
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, hey)
Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy (Hey)
She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny
Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny
Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)
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