Count Up

[Chorus: Luxury Tax]
Oh, I-I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Oh, yeah)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Yeah right)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Ooh, facts)
Making money, it bring me power (Yeah)
I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Yo)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Yeah right)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Ooh, facts)
Making money, it bring them power (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Luxury Tax]
I'm on a money call, hunnids walls to walls, stack them ceiling tall (Racks)
Never sold a thot some adderall for a third
And bitch, never made a porn with a foreign in a foreign car
Used to mix the red and 'Roc when your boy was a rockstar (Yeah)
I want it all, wanna ball with my whole squad
Do anything to door, it mean you lift the doors on the sports car
You never was a trapper or connected to no drug lords
Used to stay jet to jet, we on a world tour (Flash)
My diamonds dance, I might fuck a friend and go hand to hand
Rubber bands wrapped around them bands, wrappin' cerans
Pots and pans, almost broke my hands, tryna stretch some bands
Still count up them pills as fast as I count up them hunnids

[Chorus: Luxury Tax]
Oh, I-I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Oh, yeah)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Yeah right)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Ooh, facts)
Making money, it bring me power (Yeah)
I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Yeah, right)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Alright)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Ooh, facts)
Making money, it bring them power (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Fat Wizza]
I took me a twenty, then I turned it to a hunnid, yeah
Rollin' Rolling Loud, I'm in L.A. money
Gucci took the sauce, I got the softer pound money
Shoot him in his top 'cause he was outta bounds walkin'
Bitch the flat way, you can't ride on this wave
Lamborghini trucks, double R wave
Yeah, jeans on me, bitch, I'm fresh as Hermes
Yeah, I'm outer space, I'm drippin' when I drape on 'em
Always ballin', oh don't call me, it's an eight burner
Put the forty on some knockoff
Fuck it, I spend fifty on it
Tell me what the tv on it?
Count up, count up, count up, on the scooter, fitted homie

[Chorus: Luxury Tax]
Oh, I-I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Yeah right)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Yeah right)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Ooh, facts)
Making money, it bring me power (Yeah)
I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Yo)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Yeah right)
And I still count up the pills as fast as I count up them hunnids (Ooh, facts)
Making money, it bring them power (Yeah)