Tony Shhnow – Count on It Lyrics
Artist: Tony Shhnow
Song: Count on It
(I know JBand$ did this one)
Big rims on the coupe, that sh*t 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 b*t*h, I’m smokin’ exotic
The racks in my hand and I love to count
We the ones up, n***a you can count on us
You can count on me, can’t count me out
I’m in this sh*t, 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
And I ain’t finna answer
I had to cut you off, broke n***as sick like they got cancer
I can pull the Glock back and turn that n***a to a dancer
Hold up, that’s what bands for, this money clean my hands up
It’s hot on my block, why the f**k you think these fans tucked?
He wanna impress the opps, go ahead try your damn luck
I came from nothing so my n***as they don’t give a f**k
N***as love to talk but if it ain’t bout’ a check you can’t be talkin’ about us
Can’t be talkin’ about me, can’t be talkin’ about us
I might pull up in that Benz’ truck, this sh*t like a Tonka Truck
Don’t pull the sh*t out if you not gon’ bust
That thirty on me and it’s long like a bus
N***as 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 #ss n***a just needa’ find a hustle
I run to that money, lil n***a I hustle
So many hoes, I don’t know how to juggle
This sh*t wild, this sh*t like the jungle
Drugs in my cup, it’s gon’ put me under
Racks on me I don’t [?]
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 sh*t
We show up to the front door we try but they can’t knock this
I know that all my opps p*ssed
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 b*t*h back but you know that check right
Big rims on the coupe, that sh*t 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 b*t*h, I’m smokin’ exotic
The racks in my hand and I love to count
We the ones up, n***a you can count on us
You can count on me, can’t count me out
I’m in this sh*t, 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
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Release Year: 2020