Countin’ Up

[Verse 1: TWO32]
Yeah
I know too many n***as out here tryna get it on they own
I got it off muscle I jumped off the porch and ain’t ever been home
My momma just called me and said that a n***a been gone for too long
But I gotta get the racks
That shit a fact I know where I belong
If ain’t money don’t pick up my phone
You get the click, click, click
Don’t want the drama girl I am too grown
For all the shit, shit, shit
I flip a zip
Go get another one flip it again
Committing sin just to get Benjamins
Just to put in the biz
Man you know how it is
I don’t regret it I did what I did (aye)
I got some mouths to feed (yeah yeah yeah)
Had to put on and go get with the shits (aye)
Seven come after me (yeah yeah yeah)
Too many n***as kept doubting me
They be in love with the blasphemy
You better doubting your God than me
Get it by any and all the means yeah

[Chorus: TWO32]
Not no family, friend or foe (foe)
Get between me and this dough (dough)
Never stressed
I’m so blessed to count up ’til my fingers sore (sore)
I finessed
‘Bout to give my mom a stack that cannot fold (fold)
We done struggled to and fro
Slept through the cold I need my own yeah (I need my own dawg)
Countin’ up
’Til I can’t feel my thumbs (thumb)
I’m out here getting to the bag
Swear I do this shit for fun (fun)
N***as always go out sad
I could never be the one (one)
Countin’ up
I’ll be raking this shit in until I’m done

[Verse 2: 9D4 Ju]
I jumped off the porch as a youngin’ but fuck it I been grown
And way before I was out rapping just ask in my hood bitch I been known
If the .30 ain’t under the Louie just know that the hawk in my Rick Owens
Your shawty just love how I’m thuggin’
I ain’t even speak and your bitch open
That’s cause the kid’s glowing
No middle class in my mindset if I ain’t rich then I’m broke
Like Big Worm my money like my emotions n***a no joke
I go Spreewell for them green bills n***a play around and get choked
Cause those commas feed a n***a momma n***a
Like a backwood you get smoked
Only concerned about revenue
If it’s not get the fuck off my schedule
They tell me I’m too intellectual
Cuz my mindset is multidimensional
Phone jumping got your bitch ringing while I’m counting the dough
Rule number one momma always said money come before the hoes
League

[Chorus: TWO32]
Not no family, friend or foe (foe)
Get between me and this dough (dough)
Never stressed
I’m so blessed to count up ’til my fingers sore (sore)
I finessed
‘Bout to give my mom a stack that cannot fold (fold)
We done struggled to and fro
Slept through the cold I need my own yeah (I need my own dawg)
Countin’ up
’Til I can’t feel my thumbs (thumb)
I’m out here getting to the bag
Swear I do this shit for fun (fun)
N***as always go out sad
I could never be the one (one)
Countin’ up
I’ll be raking this shit in until I’m done