COUNT IT UP lyrics

[Intro]
DJ hubithekid

[Chorus: hubithekid]
b*tch, I walk into the club, designer jeans, designer drugs
We makin' hits and countin' guap (Count it up, count it up)
Walk into the store, b*tch, I be buying hella clothes
This ho be bumping all my songs, now she shake it up like Bella Thorne
Got me some bands, need hella more
b*tch, I got bands like a f*cking tour
My money dance like CeCe Jones
Rockin' Chanel, CC on my clothes, yeah
Got me some bands, need hella more
Pop me some X and I perform
Smelling like gas, that's my cologne
Got brand-new nails like a bimbo

[Verse 1: asteria]
Yeah, hit her flip phone when she up all alone
Other b*tches get gone, I got up on my own
All I see is hella green, b*tch, my wallet can't fold
Y'all will know what I mean when you get this cold

[Chorus: asteria]
b*tch we countin' up, we spend the bucks, designer stuff, designer clothes
She down to f*ck, I fill my cup, I had it rough, but now I'm on
Everybody 'round ain't lend a hand when I was down, I never fold
And now they can't come spend a band or three or four, walk out the store
b*tch we countin' up, we spend the bucks, designer stuff, designer clothes
She down to f*ck, I fill my cup, I had it rough, but now I'm on
Everybody 'round ain't lend a hand when I was down, I never fold
And now they can't come spend a band or three or four, walk out the store
[Verse 2: kets4eki]
Posted up, with my bros, designer drugs, designer clothes
Off two pills, can't get enough, popped two more, b*tch, double up
When we walk into the party, all these hoes be shouting, "What the f*ck?"
Keep your b*tch on leash, she said she wants me, begs me to pull up
Money comin' in, five missed calls, b*tch, I'm countin' up
Walk into the function, throw a party, place got all f*cked up
Bloody nose stay runny, snort few lines, need another one
Fab in this b*tch, we so fly, you can't party like us

[Refrain: kets4eki]
Posted up, with my bros, designer drugs, designer clothes
Off two pills, can't get enough, popped two more, b*tch, double up
When we walk into the party, all these hoes be shouting, "What the f*ck?"
Keep your b*tch on leash, she said she wants me, begs me to pull up

[Chorus: hubithekid]
b*tch, I walk into the club, designer jeans, designer drugs
We makin' hits and countin' guap (Count it up, count it up)
Walk into the store, b*tch, I be buying hella clothes
This ho be bumping all my songs, now she shake it up like Bella Thorne
Got me some bands, need hella more
b*tch, I got bands like a f*cking tour
My money dance like CeCe Jones
Rockin' Chanel, CC on my clothes, yeah
Got me some bands, need hella more
Pop me some X and I perform
Smelling like gas, that's my cologne
Got brand-new nails like a bimbo