Count It Up - DRAKO, Moneybagg Yo

Run up a check, Nike shoe it

These hundreds on me, they the bluest

Your bitch ain’t a fan, she a groupie

I fuck on that thot, watch me do it

Count up a check, I just do it

This ice on my neck, I’m the coolest

I traded my Coogi for Gucci

I traded my J’s for these Louies

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, I do it

Hoo, hoo, she wanna kick it like Beckham

Hoo, hoo, hah, she wanna rock on a Tesla

Hoo, hoo, for the money bag, I’m goin' federal

Hoo, hoo, she on the molly and edibles

I shift the gear when I lane switch

This a new ho, not the same bitch

This a Patek, not that plain shit

Flooded my rocks up like Dang, bitch

New Margielas what I’m steppin' on

G5 what I’m flyin' on

Breitling come with different time zones

I don’t even know what time I’m on

Run up a check, Nike shoe it

These hundreds on me, they the bluest

Your bitch ain’t a fan, she a groupie

I fuck on that thot, watch me do it

Count up a check, I just do it

This ice on my neck, I’m the coolest

I traded my Coogi for Gucci

I traded my J’s for these Louies

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, I do it

Run it up, run it up, run it up, yeah I do that for sure, uh

Fed shit, ah

All this drip on me cost me some rackades (Big cash)

I come from the cut like a Band-aid (Yeah)

I’m so up, I might go on a rampage (Rampage)

I’m the hottest, you might catch a heat wave (Ooh)

I make plays in J’s, I’m sporty (Sporty)

Kick her out 'cause she tried to record me (Get out, bitch)

I’m a boss, you can’t do nothin' for me (Nothin')

The Aston Martin, it’s a V12, when I hit the gas, it get noisy

I want paper on top of dead paper, nigga, that’s the moral of the story (Yeah)

I was sellin' packs while touring, hey

I’m in Miami with boats (Yeah)

They rankin' me with the GOAT’s (Ranks)

If it’s not a jet, put me in first class (Why?)

Fuck I look like ridin' coach?

(I don’t know)

Run up a check, Nike shoe it

These hundreds on me, they the bluest

Your bitch ain’t a fan, she a groupie

I fuck on that thot, watch me do it

Count up a check, I just do it

This ice on my neck, I’m the coolest

I traded my Coogi for Gucci

I traded my J’s for these Louies

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, do it

Get it up, count it up, run it up, I do it