I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
Let's go
I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
You standing with a gravedigger, put you in a box
She gon' let me hit ya, let me hit the box
She gon' keep it real with me
She make my heart jump like a trampoline
I'm the man, got this guap on me, got this guap on me, I'm the MVP
Yeah, ho, I'm the MVP
I'ma stack this money till they envy me
Stack this money, I see the jealousy
Stack this money up, I need the fetty, please
Told her I like her with no makeup
Pussy taste like Now and Later
Brodie get back, get ya cake up
Got too much cash, yeah, I'm paid it
I've been in the stu all day, all night yeah
Can't go out, you gotta wait up
I'm tryna get high, high, high, high
I'm tryna go up, elevator
Count this money, yeah, count this money, yeah
Count this money, count the paper
I'm tryna spend my time with you
Spend my time with you, all laid up
I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
You standing with a gravedigger, put you in a box
She gon' let me hit ya, let me hit the box
I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
You standing with a gravedigger, put you in a box
She gon' let me hit ya, let me hit the box
Kilo - Count It All Lyrics
Kilo - Count It All Lyrics
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I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
Let's go
I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
You standing with a gravedigger, put you in a box
She gon' let me hit ya, let me hit the box
She gon' keep it real with me
She make my heart jump like a trampoline
I'm the man, got this guap on me, got this guap on me, I'm the MVP
Yeah, ho, I'm the MVP
I'ma stack this money till they envy me
Stack this money, I see the jealousy
Stack this money up, I need the fetty, please
Told her I like her with no makeup
Pussy taste like Now and Later
Brodie get back, get ya cake up
Got too much cash, yeah, I'm paid it
I've been in the stu all day, all night yeah
Can't go out, you gotta wait up
I'm tryna get high, high, high, high
I'm tryna go up, elevator
Count this money, yeah, count this money, yeah
Count this money, count the paper
I'm tryna spend my time with you
Spend my time with you, all laid up
I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
You standing with a gravedigger, put you in a box
She gon' let me hit ya, let me hit the box
I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
You standing with a gravedigger, put you in a box
She gon' let me hit ya, let me hit the box
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
Let's go
I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
You standing with a gravedigger, put you in a box
She gon' let me hit ya, let me hit the box
She gon' keep it real with me
She make my heart jump like a trampoline
I'm the man, got this guap on me, got this guap on me, I'm the MVP
Yeah, ho, I'm the MVP
I'ma stack this money till they envy me
Stack this money, I see the jealousy
Stack this money up, I need the fetty, please
Told her I like her with no makeup
Pussy taste like Now and Later
Brodie get back, get ya cake up
Got too much cash, yeah, I'm paid it
I've been in the stu all day, all night yeah
Can't go out, you gotta wait up
I'm tryna get high, high, high, high
I'm tryna go up, elevator
Count this money, yeah, count this money, yeah
Count this money, count the paper
I'm tryna spend my time with you
Spend my time with you, all laid up
I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
You standing with a gravedigger, put you in a box
She gon' let me hit ya, let me hit the box
I'ma go count it all
I wanna see you take it off
I don't see nothing wrong
Bae just tell me what's wrong
You know I got your back on God
Hope you got me, yeah I hope we on lock
You standing with a gravedigger, put you in a box
She gon' let me hit ya, let me hit the box
Writer: Chris Valdez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid