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Count Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Speaker Knockerz
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Derek McAllister Jr.




Speaker Knockerz - Count Up Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah
(It's the Speaker Knockerz)
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy

When I was a youngin', mama beat with the belt
Every day she asked what I'ma do with myself
I told her I wanna get rich and get a house up on the hills
Started juggin' for them bands, tryna stack a couple mil' (let's go)
When I went to school, I used to wear the same clothes
They used to laugh and joke but now I'm f*ckin' all these niggas' hoes
Patience was the key, now nigga, all my bitches bad
I just might send one of my hoes to come finesse you out your racks (finesse)
Flexin' on these niggas pull up in a all black
If a nigga run up wrong we gon' lay his ass flat (baow)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, parkin' lot doin' donuts
Got your girl givin' brain, she deserves a diploma

Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully, man, I don't give two f*cks 'bout you
I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves
Ridin' with them ratchets, better keep your cool
Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully, man, I don't give two f*cks 'bout you
I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves
Ridin' with them ratchets, better keep your cool

I just made a jugg of my iPhone (skrrt)
I just f*cked your bitch, made her walk home (skrrt)
I just called my plug, need them quick racks (skrrt)
I just turned a dollar into six racks (skrrt)
I love countin' money, it's a f*ckin' hobby (let's get it)
See it and I want it, then I got to cop it
I be flippin' money like it's acrobatics (beep)
I ain't with the talkin', get the automatic (rah, rah)

Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully, man, I don't give two f*cks 'bout you
I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves
Ridin' with them ratchets, better keep your cool
Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully, man, I don't give two f*cks 'bout you
I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves
Ridin' with them ratchets, better keep your cool
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English

Yeah
Yeah
(It's the Speaker Knockerz)
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy

When I was a youngin', mama beat with the belt
Every day she asked what I'ma do with myself
I told her I wanna get rich and get a house up on the hills
Started juggin' for them bands, tryna stack a couple mil' (let's go)
When I went to school, I used to wear the same clothes
They used to laugh and joke but now I'm f*ckin' all these niggas' hoes
Patience was the key, now nigga, all my bitches bad
I just might send one of my hoes to come finesse you out your racks (finesse)
Flexin' on these niggas pull up in a all black
If a nigga run up wrong we gon' lay his ass flat (baow)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, parkin' lot doin' donuts
Got your girl givin' brain, she deserves a diploma

Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully, man, I don't give two f*cks 'bout you
I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves
Ridin' with them ratchets, better keep your cool
Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully, man, I don't give two f*cks 'bout you
I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves
Ridin' with them ratchets, better keep your cool

I just made a jugg of my iPhone (skrrt)
I just f*cked your bitch, made her walk home (skrrt)
I just called my plug, need them quick racks (skrrt)
I just turned a dollar into six racks (skrrt)
I love countin' money, it's a f*ckin' hobby (let's get it)
See it and I want it, then I got to cop it
I be flippin' money like it's acrobatics (beep)
I ain't with the talkin', get the automatic (rah, rah)

Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully, man, I don't give two f*cks 'bout you
I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves
Ridin' with them ratchets, better keep your cool
Count up, count up, count up, all I wanna do
Truthfully, man, I don't give two f*cks 'bout you
I can tell he broke 'cause he don't make no moves
Ridin' with them ratchets, better keep your cool
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Writer: Derek McAllister Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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