Count Up - Intellectual

Yeah

I'm just tryna

Aye

[Hook]

I'm luvin all this hate tell my riders mount up(Yeah)

I'm just tryna stack my dollars tell these others count up (Aye Aye)

Cuz I'm whippin' slow and I'm livin' fast

Selling out my soul for the grip of cash

I'm just tryna stack my dollars tell these others count up (Yeah,Yeah)

Yeah(Aye)

I'm whippin' slow, catch me livin' fast

Speakers bang out the back while I be rollin' class

Pull up at the light, I got my windows cracked

Bass leaking like some oil when I hit da gas

Chicken to my right, gotta rollin douja

Smokers club, we keep that purple lean up inda soda

I light it once, then I sip it back

Then I'm twisted back, just livin' like aristocrats

These females looking feisty, shit, I give the digits

I tell her give the ring but never cuffin' when we kick it

She say remember me? I say remember this

Cold hearted from the moment of our first kiss

Dollar bill my luv, I'm presidential speaking

Money first, but keep them pennies droppin' like the weekend

I keep my count up and turn the hate down

Like volume in the ride, they pumping brakes now

Catch me laughing in the tenant, whips is all good

Grinding in the morning through the day, I'm up in Hollywood

I ain't signing deals, I'm rolling independent

Last offer told me Macklemore would get my penning

So I say fuck the fame, and fuck the major labels

They ain't stacking, they ain't winning, they just selling fables

See I'm rocking shows, bounce with me, bounce, rock

Jump, jump, jump, let them bottles pop

Bitches flocking the flocking by the fucking feather

Just hoping Imma count it up and change the weather

Like swish, whatchu think dis fucking is

Lil Wayne, Lil, Drake, I ain't bout dat fucking biz

I'm bout my count up, I let the hood ride

Ain't stopping til my car goes running suicide

I keep my count up and turn the hate down

Like volume in the ride, they pumping brakes now