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Count Up The Guap Video (MV)




Performed By: K11
Language: English
Length: 1:55
Written by: Jakel Woodard




K11 - Count Up The Guap Lyrics
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Count up the guap, we makin' it rain like the weather
My pockets filled up a lot, that's four pockets full
Yo' pockets be light like a feather
This little bitch toxic, she doin' too much
Me and you we the opposite, we not the same
Look at my chain
I'm watchin' it hang
I just want the money, don't care bout the fame
Count up the guap, we makin' it rain like the weather
My pockets filled up a lot, that's four pockets full
Yo' pockets be light like a feather
This little bitch toxic, she doin' too much
Me and you we the opposite, we not the same
Look at my chain
I'm watchin' it hang
I just want the money, don't care bout the fame
Don't f*ck with these niggas, these niggas, strange
Keep it 100, I'm never gone change
Bro hop out the door and then hit at yo' brain
I hang with them niggas, you know they got aim
I hang with them niggas, you know they got aim
I hang with them niggas, you know they got aim
Get the top then I give her the boot
He keep playin them games, gon' need a reboot
Big dog status, you know what it do
Take a look in my eyes, you see I'm the truth
Sharing is caring, so why would I settle for one bitch
Know that I'm leavin' with two
Ain't no picking and choosing
Yo' chances is slim down to none bitch
Know that I throw up the duece
Get fly as a bitch, popping' my shit, can't nobody do none about it
Walk on the beat, This shit for my ride or dies, I'm talkin' the ones that be truly about it
Ain't gotta sweat, already know I'm the best, he better then me, yeah I doubt it
Yeah I'mma hustle go get it
Turn nothin' to somethin
She keep on naggin' and buggin
She pushin' my buttons
Talkin' my shit, this ain't nothin
Flexin' and stuntin
Paper cuts on my fingers they bloody
Thumbin' through money
Wake up I get to the bag
Don't care if it's rainy or sunny
Show me some money
No, I can't cuff her, she broke
I'm tryna go count up some money
Yeah I'mma hustle, go get it
Turn nothin' to somethin
She askin' for money, ain't gettin' shit from me
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Count up the guap, we makin' it rain like the weather
My pockets filled up a lot, that's four pockets full
Yo' pockets be light like a feather
This little bitch toxic, she doin' too much
Me and you we the opposite, we not the same
Look at my chain
I'm watchin' it hang
I just want the money, don't care bout the fame
Count up the guap, we makin' it rain like the weather
My pockets filled up a lot, that's four pockets full
Yo' pockets be light like a feather
This little bitch toxic, she doin' too much
Me and you we the opposite, we not the same
Look at my chain
I'm watchin' it hang
I just want the money, don't care bout the fame
Don't f*ck with these niggas, these niggas, strange
Keep it 100, I'm never gone change
Bro hop out the door and then hit at yo' brain
I hang with them niggas, you know they got aim
I hang with them niggas, you know they got aim
I hang with them niggas, you know they got aim
Get the top then I give her the boot
He keep playin them games, gon' need a reboot
Big dog status, you know what it do
Take a look in my eyes, you see I'm the truth
Sharing is caring, so why would I settle for one bitch
Know that I'm leavin' with two
Ain't no picking and choosing
Yo' chances is slim down to none bitch
Know that I throw up the duece
Get fly as a bitch, popping' my shit, can't nobody do none about it
Walk on the beat, This shit for my ride or dies, I'm talkin' the ones that be truly about it
Ain't gotta sweat, already know I'm the best, he better then me, yeah I doubt it
Yeah I'mma hustle go get it
Turn nothin' to somethin
She keep on naggin' and buggin
She pushin' my buttons
Talkin' my shit, this ain't nothin
Flexin' and stuntin
Paper cuts on my fingers they bloody
Thumbin' through money
Wake up I get to the bag
Don't care if it's rainy or sunny
Show me some money
No, I can't cuff her, she broke
I'm tryna go count up some money
Yeah I'mma hustle, go get it
Turn nothin' to somethin
She askin' for money, ain't gettin' shit from me
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Writer: Jakel Woodard
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