Groovy Soul - Count It Up (feat. Cameron from the Bull)

(Cameron from the Bull back on his bull again)
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Numbers lie when the counter got something to hide
I count it up on my own now
And add it up to my own sound
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Numbers lie when the counter got something to hide
I count it up on my own now
And add it up to my own sound
When I'm counting up that first advance
I remember every dollar, every cent that touched my hands
Making plans to make the angels sing, and make the devils dance
Took a chance to make a dollar, now my pants is full of bands
Now my pockets got blue stains, 100K is loose change
Gold is in my blood and now it flows inside these blue veins
Big things, small moves, bigger than any y'all do
Money's when you walking away from federal law suits
Y'all moves, be getting y'all wigs split like Apollo
A big baller brand on training day, call me Alonzo
My network... is a reflection of what my net worth
I've been first, I came up and now my pockets don't hurt
I blow a band and go back and get it
My bank account would never lie, I pay attention to digits
I flip it, I spend it, every single dollar is noted
Cause men lie, women lie if you have not noticed....
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Numbers lie when the counter got something to hide
I count it up on my own now
And add it up to my own sound
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Numbers lie when the counter got something to hide
I count it up on my own now
And add it up to my own sound
These pockets run deep just like the ocean
Wave ya money, and they falling under spells like a potion
This cheddar is attracting all attention from the rodents
Put an extra grand in they wallets, yea they won't notice
Taking all they focus, my product is too potent
My debit card is heavy, spend a little, keep it floating
You seen me in a focus, now I'm push around a foreign
They call me weatherman the way I keep my money pouring
All money in and I never hand out
Want financial advice, never ask for hand outs
Whenever in a drought, I know the money's in route
When I flip it in the north, then I send it back south
My palms are growing calluses, the way I handle this money
Sending Shameek to hit the streets and not a damn thing funny
I flip it I get it, every single dollar is noted
Cause men lie, women lie, but you have not noticed
Nigga
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Numbers lie when the counter got something to hide
I count it up on my own now
And add it up to my own sound
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Numbers lie when the counter got something to hide
I count it up on my own now
And add it up to my own sound

Written by:
Cameron Jackson, Jaleel Mott

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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