Count it up count it up don't lose count
Weigh it up stack it up what's the amount
Fingers still working i'ont need no accounting
Money still stacking climbed hills to the mountain
Count it up count it up don't lose count
Weigh it up stack it up what's the amount
Fingers still working i'ont need no accounting
Money still stacking climbed hills to the mountain

Mm yea, they know what it is
Niggaz be popping I'm so with the shits
Know my main focus to handle my biz
I'm always on go plus I roll with the click
I stroll with the pole when I'm hitting the strip
I walk with a bop they may call me a pimp
She give me them lips be controlling the stick
Way I'm hitting them gears ain't no way she'll switch
Make her bounce on the flow fore the money can hit
My mind I see diamonds gold molded in it
From down bad and being broke as a bitch
Long way now I'm schooling the fish
I show you the way if ya fingers is itching
Bring you to work if you wanting to serve
All I ask is that you handle ya bidness
Know the g code and keep it authentic
Always on grind Father Time is the limit
Always on her mind cuz my time on a limit
Catch me on road wanna roll we can kick it
Ion't usually drive slow but I'll show you how we living
On my side from the south side got a fat blunt and her mouth wide
Let ya soak up game while the beat ride
This is P3 not a peace sign
Look like I'm throwing up Eastside

Count it up count it up don't lose count
Weigh it up stack it up what's the amount
Fingers still working i'ont need no accounting
Money still stacking climbed hills to the mountain
Count it up count it up don't lose count
Weigh it up stack it up what's the amount
Fingers still working i'ont need no accounting
Money still stacking climbed hills to the mountain

Watch how I maneuver
Young entrepreneur
I come from the sewer
Just like Larry Hoover
I grew up, developed
Got money on schedule
I'm counting and counting
All these white devils
The root of all evil
Im just trying to feed people
My niggas is hungry
There's blood the money
The country don't love me
They storming the capital building
They white and they Privileged
They treat us like niggas
The 13th amendment ain't never existed
I'm stuffing my britches
With nothing but gulla
More money more problems
But all my problems get solved by a dollar
Lord do you hear me
I know that they fear me
Black and educated
I know that they hate it
I know that they raciest
I can tell by they faces
Can tell by their frowns
Cus I'm wearing a crown
Never bow down
Bitch I'm a king
No time for these peasants
Or even saltines
They pulling the strings
Fuck what you mean
My heart on sleeve
I'm focused on cream
Tryna triple my worth
My nails stay clean, when I do dirt
I need a machine my fingers do hurt
Audio dope we bagging up work
Ten percent of everything go back in church

Count it up count it up don't lose count
Weigh it up stack it up what's the amount
Fingers still working i'ont need no accounting
Money still stacking climbed hills to the mountain
Count it up count it up don't lose count
Weigh it up stack it up what's the amount
Fingers still working i'ont need no accounting
Money still stacking climbed hills to the mountain