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ace og – coůnt it up كلمات اغاني

[intro: ace og]
i got millions in the bank, i got billions in the bank
(okska)
i got trillions in the bank, might have a zillion in the bank
(yeah, yeah, ha)
count it up (ha), count it up, yeah (let’s go, let’s go)
count it up, count it up (slatt)

[chorus: ace og]
(slatt)
hunnid, thousand dollars, countin’ big bucks (woo)
i’m on the molly, i’m sippin’ on lean, it’s crushed ice, you know i’m ’bout to go dummy (hey, ha)
i had a mil’ and a gun in my lap, i don’t play with my money, who the f_ck actin’ funny? (who the f_ck actin’ funny?)
she suck me, she love me, put d_ck in her tummy (hey), i’m f_ckin’ my money (slatt), that sh_t started cumming (slatt, slatt)
count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
count it up, count it up (yeah), count it up, count it up
count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up (slatt)
stackin’ these racks, i’ma count it up (woo), i just went to the club, i’ma f_ck it up (woo)
pullin’ up on the l!cks, tell them “run it up” (run it up), i just swerve in that big body lamb’ truck (skrrt)
gotta hide my weapons, keep the semi tucked (baow), b_tch, wе eat at the cops like thеy cocoa puffs (huh?)
we be trappin’ all night ’til we see the sun (nah), we don’t f_ck with snitches, so you better hush (shhh)
oh, you think you big sh_t, better keep it shut (huh?), who the f_ck think you foolin’? stop actin’ tough (b_tch)
got these drugs in the cut, syrup in my cup (yeah), i want more of this sh_t, i can’t get enough (can’t get enough)

[verse 1: ace og]
you ain’t got any bread, you a f_ckin’ lame, so you better go stay in your lane (yeah, yeah)
i got millions in the bank (woo), i got billions in the bank (in the bank)
i got trillions in the bank (in the bank), might have a zillion in the bank (in the bank)
iggy azalea, man (woo), that sh_t stank, but she got a fat ass (woo), so we runnin’ a train (woo, gee)
can’t f_ck with us, know we bringin’ that pain (brrr), mask on my face, got me feelin’ like bane (ahhh)
shootin’ my targets like i’m at the range (brrr), i’m geekin’, i’m tweakin’, i’m high as a crane (i’m high as a crane)
lil’ shawty, she smart as h_ll, she give me brain (ha), i’m gainin’ new knowledge, this sh_t is insane (this sh_t is insane)
b_tch, i’m an alien, i’m outer sp_ce, i’m the f_ckin’ og, put respeck on my name (put respect on the name)
[chorus: ace og]
(slatt)
hunnid, thousand dollars, countin’ big bucks (woo)
i’m on the molly, i’m sippin’ on lean, it’s crushed ice, you know i’m ’bout to go dummy (hey, ha)
i had a mil’ and a gun in my lap, i don’t play with my money, who the f_ck actin’ funny? (who the f_ck actin’ funny?)
she suck me, she love me, put d_ck in her tummy (hey), i’m f_ckin’ my money (slatt), that sh_t started cumming (slatt, slatt)
count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
count it up, count it up (yeah), count it up, count it up
count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up (slatt)
stackin’ these racks, i’ma count it up (woo), i just went to the club, i’ma f_ck it up (woo)
pullin’ up on the l!cks, tell them “run it up” (run it up), i just swerve in that big body lamb’ truck (skrrt)
gotta hide my weapons, keep the semi tucked (baow), b_tch, we eat at the cops like they cocoa puffs (huh?)
we be trappin’ all night ’til we see the sun (nah), we don’t f_ck with snitches, so you better hush (shhh)
oh, you think you big sh_t, better keep it shut (huh?), who the f_ck think you foolin’? stop actin’ tough (b_tch)
got these drugs in the cut, syrup in my cup (yeah), i want more of this sh_t, i can’t get enough (can’t get enough)

[verse 2: pri$e]
runnin’ my racks like thug, evade the feds like trump
pull up on blocks, i’ll leave them dumb
n_ggas talk, leavin’ them on dump
knowledge leakin’ all down on the street
just like a wendy’s cook, apply heat
hit ’em with 90 degrees, tryna make ’em all bleed
your b_tch still feenin’ for the meat
won’t even hit, pass her to the team
sendin’ her back to you like she ain’t just get ran through, whole crew hit
(okska)
she won’t even bless you, godd_mn, you a hunnid percent soft just like some tissue
she call you cottonelle, and if you got a problem, you can eat sh_lls
n_ggas should know i’m raised in h_ll, b_tch, i’m a devil, you know you gon’ die
f_ckin’ with me, why would you try? gun bust at n_ggas, i won’t lie
you don’t really wanna see where my bodies was hidin’
hollow sheets will really make you wrap, n_gga, baow
[chorus: ace og]
(slatt)
hunnid, thousand dollars, countin’ big bucks (woo)
i’m on the molly, i’m sippin’ on lean, it’s crushed ice, you know i’m ’bout to go dummy (hey, ha)
i had a mil’ and a gun in my lap, i don’t play with my money, who the f_ck actin’ funny? (who the f_ck actin’ funny?)
she suck me, she love me, put d_ck in her tummy (hey), i’m f_ckin’ my money (slatt), that sh_t started cumming (slatt, slatt)
count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
count it up, count it up (yeah), count it up, count it up
count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up
count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up (slatt)
stackin’ these racks, i’ma count it up (woo), i just went to the club, i’ma f_ck it up (woo)
pullin’ up on the l!cks, tell them “run it up” (run it up), i just swerve in that big body lamb’ truck (skrrt)
gotta hide my weapons, keep the semi tucked (baow), b_tch, we eat at the cops like they cocoa puffs (huh?)
we be trappin’ all night ’til we see the sun (nah), we don’t f_ck with snitches, so you better hush (shhh)
oh, you think you big sh_t, better keep it shut (huh?), who the f_ck think you foolin’? stop actin’ tough (b_tch)
got these drugs in the cut, syrup in my cup (yeah), i want more of this sh_t, i can’t get enough (can’t get enough)

[outro]
(okska)

- ace og

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