NINE15 - Count That (feat. Real Spit) [Remix]

Get money like I'm 'sposed to
Still ride in a old school
Spend money like it's old news
My nigga I paid dues
Now you know what we gon' do, we gon'
Gon' count that, gon' count that
Gon' count that, we gon' count it up
Gon' count that, gon' count that
Gon' count that, we gon' count it up
I stay up on beast mode
A nigga winning got cheat codes
All I know is the g-code
You know how we roll when we roll
A hundred grams, pre rolled
Pistol under the peacoat
Loose lips, full clips
Til' the casket just like Clipse
All malice push this
Move bitch I'm ludicrous
Elevated on me (Ooh)
All my diamonds on V (Ooh)
Quarter pound of OG (Ooh)
I can count in my sleep (Ooh)
So count it up count it up count it up count it up
You go and count that we'll flip it and mound it up
Count my stacks with my eyes closed
Multiply that on my iPhone
Trick I got skills you would die for
And spit that sick shit pyro
Counting stacks counting stacks counting
Your chick on my lap bouncing
Got it raining money like a fountain
Steady pissing off my accountant ha
Copping my green by the ounces uh
Grated my cheese into mountains uh
Gimme my cream and I'm out this uh
So fuck y'all haters I'm counting (Stacks)
Making money is a habit
I ain't fucking with you maggots (Nah, nah)
Bitch niggas want some static, I'ma let 'em have it
Count my g's like collard greens, cabbage
That's automatic
All these flashing lights yeah
I can count all night yeah
They don't wanna see a nigga winning
So I'm going hard like twice yeah (Yea)
Get money like I'm sposed to
Still ride in a old school
Spend money like it's old news
My nigga I paid dues
Now you know what we gon' do we gon'
Gon' count that, gon' count that
Gon' count that, we gon' count it up
Gon' count that, gon' count that
Gon' count that, we gon' count it up
Whippin' the foreign, four hundred horses my motor be roaring
Foot to the flooring, gripping the leather can't see where I'm goin'
It's raining it's pouring
A nigga still winnin' I'm up on the score and
They sleeping, they snoring
But I see they deathbed and I'ma keep rolling
You keep it a hundred, I keep it a thousand
That's in Fahrenheit, Celsius or in Kelvin
All these niggas in trouble
Cause when you winnin' it's hard to be humble
I ain't hanging round no busters
Don't break bread, don't trust 'em
Ain't got time for no scuffle
Start some shit and we bustin'
Act like we ain't did nothing, drip back on straight stuntin'
All these flashing lights yeah
I can count all night yeah
They don't wanna see a nigga winnin
So I'm going hard like twice yeah (Yea)
I say all these flashing lights yeah
I can count all night yeah
They don't wanna see a nigga winnin
So I'm going hard like twice yeah (Yea)

Written by:
Jason Williams, Justin Balloon

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