Blue bands in my luggage
Wrist is bluebell with the ice hoe (ice hoe)
20/20 vision but
I'm Stevie to a price doe (price)
Need that AMG just for the summer
I can't ride slow (skrr)
Everything is fire
To these hatin' hoes I'm ice cold (ice)
Blew the roof off of the 'Rari
Just copped me a crib
Its big as a Stanley (what)
They watching the kid like a nanny
I'm cooking that shit that's gonna get me a Grammy
Call my squad if it's war
They gon' ride for me (ride)
Still hold my own
I don't need no one to fight for me
Bitch watch yo tongue
Watch me win
I'm on my run (on my run)
You one and done
Hoe can't be me I'm one of one (one of one)
Money kicked up
Think I hit a Brinks truck (whaa)
Cuban link tucked
Bands gon' make my jeans bust (bitch)
Count it
Count it
Count it
Count it
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe)
Count it (bich)
Count it (hoe)
Count it (bitch)
Count it (hoe)
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it (count it)
Balling crazy, yeah
Wrist work cost me 80, yeah (whaa)
Hoes be shady
Plotting on me
Tryna play me, yeah (tryna play me)
10 bands, get a hoe knocked off (knocked off)
Knock it off, bitch, you won't pop off (pop off)
You on my dick, hoe, hop off
Copy this drip, ain't got sauce
I make the bag work
Digital dash vert (hoe)
I get to the cash first
Killing these hoes
Any last words?
I'm really touching a grip
Commas on commas, I'm hustling bitch
All of the racks, huh
What you say comin' in muffled as shit (bitch)
Speak up
I'm running shit
Can't keep up
Balance took a leap up
Feel like that paper seek us
Broke bitch seek help
'Bout that green like sea kelp
Shorty see me, she melt
Face on my double G belt (haha)
Count it
Count it
Count it
Count it
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe)
Count it (bitch)
Count it (hoe)
Count it (bitch)
Count it (hoe)
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it
Bhad Bhabie - Count It Lyrics
Bhad Bhabie - Count It Lyrics
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Blue bands in my luggage
Wrist is bluebell with the ice hoe (ice hoe)
20/20 vision but
I'm Stevie to a price doe (price)
Need that AMG just for the summer
I can't ride slow (skrr)
Everything is fire
To these hatin' hoes I'm ice cold (ice)
Blew the roof off of the 'Rari
Just copped me a crib
Its big as a Stanley (what)
They watching the kid like a nanny
I'm cooking that shit that's gonna get me a Grammy
Call my squad if it's war
They gon' ride for me (ride)
Still hold my own
I don't need no one to fight for me
Bitch watch yo tongue
Watch me win
I'm on my run (on my run)
You one and done
Hoe can't be me I'm one of one (one of one)
Money kicked up
Think I hit a Brinks truck (whaa)
Cuban link tucked
Bands gon' make my jeans bust (bitch)
Count it
Count it
Count it
Count it
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe)
Count it (bich)
Count it (hoe)
Count it (bitch)
Count it (hoe)
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it (count it)
Balling crazy, yeah
Wrist work cost me 80, yeah (whaa)
Hoes be shady
Plotting on me
Tryna play me, yeah (tryna play me)
10 bands, get a hoe knocked off (knocked off)
Knock it off, bitch, you won't pop off (pop off)
You on my dick, hoe, hop off
Copy this drip, ain't got sauce
I make the bag work
Digital dash vert (hoe)
I get to the cash first
Killing these hoes
Any last words?
I'm really touching a grip
Commas on commas, I'm hustling bitch
All of the racks, huh
What you say comin' in muffled as shit (bitch)
Speak up
I'm running shit
Can't keep up
Balance took a leap up
Feel like that paper seek us
Broke bitch seek help
'Bout that green like sea kelp
Shorty see me, she melt
Face on my double G belt (haha)
Count it
Count it
Count it
Count it
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe)
Count it (bitch)
Count it (hoe)
Count it (bitch)
Count it (hoe)
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it
Wrist is bluebell with the ice hoe (ice hoe)
20/20 vision but
I'm Stevie to a price doe (price)
Need that AMG just for the summer
I can't ride slow (skrr)
Everything is fire
To these hatin' hoes I'm ice cold (ice)
Blew the roof off of the 'Rari
Just copped me a crib
Its big as a Stanley (what)
They watching the kid like a nanny
I'm cooking that shit that's gonna get me a Grammy
Call my squad if it's war
They gon' ride for me (ride)
Still hold my own
I don't need no one to fight for me
Bitch watch yo tongue
Watch me win
I'm on my run (on my run)
You one and done
Hoe can't be me I'm one of one (one of one)
Money kicked up
Think I hit a Brinks truck (whaa)
Cuban link tucked
Bands gon' make my jeans bust (bitch)
Count it
Count it
Count it
Count it
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe)
Count it (bich)
Count it (hoe)
Count it (bitch)
Count it (hoe)
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it (count it)
Balling crazy, yeah
Wrist work cost me 80, yeah (whaa)
Hoes be shady
Plotting on me
Tryna play me, yeah (tryna play me)
10 bands, get a hoe knocked off (knocked off)
Knock it off, bitch, you won't pop off (pop off)
You on my dick, hoe, hop off
Copy this drip, ain't got sauce
I make the bag work
Digital dash vert (hoe)
I get to the cash first
Killing these hoes
Any last words?
I'm really touching a grip
Commas on commas, I'm hustling bitch
All of the racks, huh
What you say comin' in muffled as shit (bitch)
Speak up
I'm running shit
Can't keep up
Balance took a leap up
Feel like that paper seek us
Broke bitch seek help
'Bout that green like sea kelp
Shorty see me, she melt
Face on my double G belt (haha)
Count it
Count it
Count it
Count it
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it (hoe)
Count it (bitch)
Count it (hoe)
Count it (bitch)
Count it (hoe)
Really heavy shit
Ion't gotta check the balance
It keep adding up
Really gettin' hard to count it
Writer: Danielle Bregoli, Julien Willemsen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.