Hazey Tey - Count Up Lyrics

I'mma go get me some money, stack it up the money
Count up the money ayy
Magic city on Mondays, she gotta donkey
Throw up the money ayy
Loud smoking so bluntly, high as a junkie
Sippin on muddy ayy
Taking trips out the country, f*ckin her buddy
Up in some cutty yea
Paralyze I feel none
Shawty f*ck a real one
Bitch bad got a mean one
Blessed up you receive one
Pop bottles my team won
Go getter gotta be one
Block the shade I don't see none
Keep the strap yea I keep one

Ways get to rich its 100 way
Keep doin you niggaz gonna hate
F*ck her one night nigga f*ck a date
She takin the dick let me f*ck her face
So much drip imma flood the gate
Lambo truck imma dust the Wraith
Hood niggaz with a bunch a cake
Im leanin leanin like drunk a pint
From Baltimore on the westside
Bought the coupe f*ck a test drive
Hit her in the whip call it sex drive
Know niggaz banging on the leftside
I gotta plug with the best price
Think I'm the shit well you guessed right
Like Duval Live my best life
Get a bag on my next flight

Imma go get me some money, stack it up the money
Count up the money ayy
Magic city on Mondays, she gotta donkey
Throw up the money ayy
Loud smoking so bluntly, high as a junkie
Sippin on muddy ayy
Taking trips out the country, f*ckin her buddy
Up in some cutty yea
Paralyze I feel none
Shawty f*ck a real one
Bitch bad got a mean one
Blessed up you receive one
Pop bottles my team won
Go getter gotta be one
Block the shade i dont see none
Keep the strap yea I keep one

Just like I'm Diddy I'm making the band
She showing some titties while doing her dance
Everytime I step it real litty
Rockin designer my shoes made in France
They like how I'm movin I'm setting the trendz
My niggaz we cruisin we drivin the benz
I only chase money ain't chasin no friends
Always stay solid I'm always on ten
I was down broke, but I'll never again
My eyes is real low like I come from japan
I'm f*ckin a bitch while we lay in the sand
Show love to your my plug he give you them yams

I'mma go get me some money, stack it up the money
Count up the money ayy
Magic city on Mondays, she gotta donkey
Throw up the money ayy
Loud smoking so bluntly, high as a junkie
Sippin on muddy ayy
Taking trips out the country, f*ckin her buddy
Up in some cutty yea
Paralyze I feel none
Shawty f*ck a real one
Bitch bad got a mean one
Blessed up you receive one
Pop bottles my team won
Go getter gotta be one
Block the shade I don't see none
Keep the strap yea I keep one