Countin Up Lyrics – Young Stoner Life, Young Thug

Read the full Countin Up lyrics by Young Stoner Life and Young Thug from the album Slime Language 3 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Young Stoner Life’s music, you can also explore Snakes On My Collar and Freaky Girl, two other songs by Young Stoner Life.

[Intro]
Money done geeked on this motherfu*ker
Mayor

[Chorus]
Get the bag, I’m counting it up, with the fam’, I’m mounting it up
Get the bag, I’m counting it up, with the fam’ (Count up)
Now he cash, I’m counting it up (It’s cash), whipping fast, I’m mounting it up
Get the green, I’m counting it up, call it grass, I’m counting it up (Let’s go)
Get the bag, I’m counting it up (Bag), shawty bad, I’m pulling up (Oh)
Get the bag, I’m counting it up (Oh), yeah, counting it (Oh)
Twenty rolls of hundreds on me, she’s just acting, she not in love
I’m a rich n!gga, you cash, ten drivers living with us
Twenty rolls, she bad as hell, all my n!ggas, we counting it up
Gotta smoke your brother to heal, count up, count up, count up, uh

[Verse 1]
R.I.P. the street, ain’t never dead (Ayy)
N!ggas hit me when I sleep (What the fu*k?)
I’m tryna fu*k all my hoes together just to see (Hold on, come on)
That boy a Crip, but I found out he wanna be me (What?)
I might just punch him in the eye, he just a punk pu*sy (Ooh)
I’m not a girl, but I’m in Saint Laurent, punch
I gave her twenty thousand and she got a rump, you see
I bought that blue mint through the airport, watch it reek (Uh)
Lil’ angel reeking, yeah

[Chorus]
Counting it up (It’s cash), whipping fast, I’m mounting it up (Skrrt)
Get the green, I’m counting it up, call it grass, I’m counting it up (Let’s go)
Get the bag, I’m counting it up (Bag), shawty bad, I’m pulling up (Oh)
Get the bag, I’m counting it up (Oh), yeah (Oh)

[Verse 2]
Right, get the bag and shut the fu*k up
I need cash, I’m in a rush
I’ma blow out your s*it if you buck

I’ma pull out that AMG truck
I’ma run on these n!ggas, what’s up? (Damn right)
I’ma die for my n!ggas, what’s up? (Damn right)
Offer tea for all these n!ggas, offer tea for all these drügs
Birkins and (??) is lame, s*it, go to Chanelly, spend money (Right now)
I get fu*ked up on the daily, huh, I think I fu*ked up a hundred (Fu*ked up a hundred)
I know that we got some money, I know this b!tch want some money
Made a b!tch walk in that fashion week, gave her that D-ride, Atlantic

[Chorus]
Counting it up (It’s cash), whipping fast, I’m mounting it up (Skrrt)
Get the green, I’m counting it up, call it grass, I’m counting it up (Let’s go)
Get the bag, I’m counting it up (Bag), shawty bad, I’m pulling up (Oh)
Get the bag, I’m counting it up (Oh), yeah (Oh)
Twenty rolls of hundreds on me, she’s just acting, she not in love
I’m a rich n!gga, you cash, ten drivers living with us
Twenty rolls, she bad as hell, all my n!ggas, we counting it up
Gotta smoke your brother to heal, count up, count up, count up, uh