COUNT UP THE MONEY Jimmy Bolt (Ft. Trippie Redd)
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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(BANG$KOTT, fuck around, you know he make that beat drop)
Yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds
I count up the money (Yeah, I count up)
Rubber band, duffle-bag, count up the money (Count it up)
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, count it up)
Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy
She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny (Boom)
Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny
Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Jokes on you, ha-ha, still broke (Bitch)
Tear my Ferragamo belt off, dick in her throat (Woo, yeah)
Pull down my zipper, make a lil' bitch choke
Steady hoppin' to conclusions, lil' nigga, get croaked (Bah)
No Facebook, face shots, nigga, get poked (Bah, woo)
I'm a slime, lil' bitch, like lil' Geico (Slime)
Bust the Uzi off the mothafuckin' motorcycle (Slatt, okay)
He was barely breathing', had to let his lil' life go (Ha)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Jimmy Bolt]
Fives, tens, twentys (Yeah), fifties, and hundreds
I count up the money (Yeah, I count up)
Rubber band, duffle-bag, count up the money (Count it up)
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money (Woo, count it up)
Fours in the double cup, sippin' the muddy
She hop on the dick like a muhfuckin' bunny (Boom, yeah)
Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny (Yeah)
Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)
(BANG$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 her throat (Woo, yeah)
Pull down my zipper, make a lil' bitch choke
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 (Slime)
Bust the Uzi off the mothafuckin' motorcycle (Slatt, okay)
He was barely breathing', had to let his lil' life go (Ha)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Jimmy Bolt]
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, yeah)
Pardon me, sir, I do not know what's funny (Yeah)
Where they laughin' at me because I'm gettin' money (I'm gettin' guap)
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