Count on It

Lyrics

[Intro] (I know JBand$ did this one) [Chorus: 10kdunkin] Big rims on the coupe, that shit sit high now Drank in my cup, I'm high right now I used to be broke but I'm not right now If you get locked up don't call nobody I'm high as a bitch, I'm smokin' exotic The racks in my hand and I love to count We the ones up, nigga you can count on us You can count on me, can't count me out I'm in this shit, ain't no way out I pull up, I run they mouth I pull up right to your house I walk in the bank and it feel like home Blicky on me, you know what I'm on I pick up the phone then hang up the phone Ain't talkin' no money then we can't get along [Verse 1: Tony Shhnow] And I ain't finna answer I had to cut you off, broke niggas sick like they got cancer I can pull the Glock back and turn that nigga to a dancer Hold up, that's what bands for, this money clean my hands up It's hot on my block, why the fuck you think these fans tucked? He wanna impress the opps, go ahead try your damn luck I came from nothing so my niggas they don't give a fuck Niggas love to talk but if it ain't bout' a check you can't be talkin' about us [Verse 2: 10kdunkin] Can't be talkin' about me, can't be talkin' about us I might pull up in that Benz' truck, this shit like a Tonka Truck Don't pull the shit out if you not gon' bust That thirty on me and it's long like a bus Niggas be switchin', only a few I trust They tryna say things, I can't trust Pull that spark out and bust I'm in a foreign smokin' must Broke ass nigga just needa' find a hustle I run to that money, lil nigga I hustle So many hoes, I don't know how to juggle This shit wild, this shit like the jungle Drugs in my cup, it's gon' put me under Racks on me I don't [?] [Verse 3: Tony Shhnow] Yes I got checks so I do what I want to I'm with a big booty stripper, shake the room when she walk She love the way I pop shit We show up to the front door we try but they can't knock this I know that all my opps pissed It's confusin' when we get money cause' we look alike You ain't gettin' to that kitchen, you ain't cookin' right And when you pop out bring that paper, make the bookin' right I pull that bitch back but you know that check right [Chorus: 10kdunkin] Big rims on the coupe, that shit sit high now Drank in my cup, I'm high right now I used to be broke but I'm not right now If you get locked up don't call nobody I'm high as a bitch, I'm smokin' exotic The racks in my hand and I love to count We the ones up, nigga you can count on us You can count on me, can't count me out I'm in this shit, ain't no way out I pull up, I run they mouth I pull up right to your house I walk in the bank and it feel like home Blicky on me, you know what I'm on I pick up the phone then hang up the phone Ain't talkin' no money then we can't get along