jay ice - Count It Up Lyrics

Can't f*ck with these bitches they think that I'm dumb
Just iced out my wrist now my wrist feeling numb
Aint asking for handouts, ain't showing my palm
I'm finna blow up boy I feel like a bomb
These girls are sad they messing with bums
I carry a bankroll, it ain't full of ones
I had to go missing like I'm on the run
I'm flexing some money you flexing a gun
My dad told me to go hustle be smart
So I did it straight from the jump
I had to stay out them late nights to count up
I always kept that from my mom
Now I'm in a building with rappers and strippers
I knew this would finally come
Thank God for all of these blessings I'm seeing
Cuz I ain't no where near done
I gotta get diamonds, my neck like the sun
This girl like to blow, she gone blow out her lungs
All this money I'm flexing she saying she sprung
I been waiting for years for this moment to come
Now these racks and stacks stuffed all in my pocket
Boy this shit look like a lump
And rapping used to be a lil hobby
I cannot do it for fun
Get to that money and count it up
I get to that bread and mount it up
Get to that money and count it up
I get to that bread and mount it up
Get to that money and count it up
I get to that bread and mount it up
Aye Get to that money and count it up
I get to that bread and mount it up
I get to the money stacks
I get to that money and racks
I get to that money relax
I get to that money that's stacks
You grinding for fun I grind for a reason
Feel like imma cop a new whip every season
I wanted a 'Vette I ain't copping no demon
I counted 10 bands I thought I was dreaming
Addicted to swiping On God I was feigning
I wanted a girl these hoes be cheating
Imma mary a bank when I bust It I'm leaving
Marry a bank when I bust it I'm leaving
Just cause we ain't beefing don't think that we even
Don't talking or speaking up outta this beating
Just know when we see you we leaving you leaking
He said he gone kill me I guess that he teasing
Don't send me no threats, we will leave you in pieces
Imma good guy but my niggas are heathens
Yo girl ain't even bad she not even decent
I got sauce for yo chick, uhuh Polynesians
Get to that money and count it up
I get to that bread and mount it up
Get to that money and count it up
I get to that bread and mount it up
Get to that money and count it up
I get to that bread and mount it up
Aye Get to that money and count it up
I get to that bread and mount it up
I get to the money stacks
I get to that money and racks
I get to that money relax
I get to that money that's stacks