[Intro]

Yeah

Count it up, Count it up, Count up the blessings

Count it up, Count it up, Count up the blessings

Stack it up, stack it up, stack up the Benjamins

Stack it up, stack it up, stack up the Benjamins

[Chorus]

I wanna thank God for his blessings

Now I'm no longer stressing

Everyday we flexing

And Gucci is the dressing

I went from level zero to a hero

Me and my guys we getting El Dinero

When we step in we don't need no Intro

Man

[Verse 1]

This is God's plan I give him all the credits

Still coming up I won't say that I've made it

See the way I just came up in a minute

Trillion dollar dream ... Man I gotta chase it

This God's hands, I give him all the praises

It's by his grace, not that I merit

I went astray he still showed me mercy

I dribble past them haters like I'm Lionel Messi

Winning is my only option

That's what I see from my dimension

Flexing everyday like its an occupation

I'm the one that give this rappers hypertension

Man I'm fulfilling my destiny

I'm still yet to bring out the best in me

So y'all still hating should rest in peace

I'm gonna show y'all I'm the best in this

I think positive, not a pessimist

Grind all day for the benjamins

We flexing that and we flexing this

My gang finna pull up in a Mercedes

I'm tryna make a lot of money like Cbn

11 figures I ain't talking bout Bvn

I'm finna take a killshot like I'm Eminem

Now I'm making headlines CNN

[Chorus]

I wanna thank God for his blessings

Now I'm no longer stressing

Everyday we flexing

And Gucci is the dressing

I went from level zero to a hero

Me and my guys we getting El Dinero

When we step in we don't need no Intro

[Verse 2]

Am boutta take off, I'm on my way up

The way that I changed up

They thought I use makeup

Some people be sleeping on me time to wake up

They though I will stay down but I done came up

I'm tryna date money we ain't gonna break up

The Dollar, The Pounds And The Peso

Count it up, count it up, count it up (stack it up)

Only God can control my life

No motherfucker can stop my shine

I be grinding for the dollar stacks

If you ain't talking money don't call my line

I'm killing the game ,This rappers are lame

Y'all should put some respect on my name

Enemies be praying so hard that I fail

But I got grace flowing inside of my vein

Ayy Don't call my phone I'm so busy

Ice on my wrist, young nigga freezy

Life's hard but Money makes it easy

I'm a dream chaser, call me dc

Now they spy da man like Peter Parker

I came saw and I conquered

Never left but I'm on my Come back

I pray to God to bless me Proper

[Chorus]

I wanna thank God for his blessings

Now I'm no longer stressing

Everyday we flexing

And Gucci is the dressing

I went from level zero to a hero

Me and my guys we getting El Dinero

When we step in we don't need no Intro

[Outro]

Count it up, Count it up, Count it up, Count it up, Count it up, Count it up, Count it up, Count it up

I'm way up I feel blessed

I'm way up I feel blessed