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letra de coůnt it up - ace og

[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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