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letra de count it up - mills cashh

lex ….lex lex
double h, eastside sh-t
futuneer, lex lex lex
sce sh-t (ay) sce sh-t (uh)
lex, lex, lex
harlem (uh)

[verse1: mills cashh]
i f-ck up a stack just to get back
im only on set where the money at
im ridin’ around with my fitted cap
youngin’ from harlem i had to mention that
many man, many man, looking around like where the f-ck n-gg-s at , im in my gritty bag
look like a duffle bag, came with a shottie the one that hit ricky back (lex, lex, lex)
n-gg- dont act like we homies, n-gg- i do what i wanna do
been on the block sippin’ hunnit proof, smokin on ganja too
scr-ppin that plate in a room with a bunch of goons (what up cro)
never pretended, come across a couple n-gg-s ain’t worth to mention, cut’em off like extensions, cut’em game so relentless, im on a mission

[chorus: mills cashh]
see all of these thoughts got me going insane
i pour up and roll up to take off the pain
plus shawty on me like i gave her a ring
she thinkin too much so she gave me her brain
if i ain’t cashing then im cooling wit gang
free all my n-gg-s that locked in them cages
just got off the phone with keiwei
i told’em i ain’t changing up for no change n-gg- (huh)

[hook: mills cashh]
double h f-ck fame (huh)
f-ck boy you a lame (huh)
watchin out for plain janes (plain janes)
all white cocaine (caine)
dope f-ckin’ up veins (veins)
since twelve years old seen feins od in my staircase (ohohoh)
hustle all that i ever do (lex)
scr-pe it up for the revenue (revenue)
youngin on the east, belly of the beast, gotta eat to get a better mood
im for real n-gg-, ima k!ll n-gg-, need a pill n-gg-, just to chill n-gg- (chill n-gg-)
been on it for a minute, n-gg- you a witness, do it all for my real n-gg-s (lex, lex, lex)

[verse2: mills cashh]
count it up, count it up, count it up (count it up)
f-ck all the ones who doubted us (doubted us)
i throw up some ones she down to f-ck (down to f-ck)
she dont give mazzy, pack it up (pack it up)
see im kamikaze blowing up, dreamt about robbing a bank wit a stolen truck (ah)
i woke up i thought i had paper cuts (lex)
im back to the stash to count it up (uh)
its road to the riches, yall acting up
you hitch hiking n-body gone pick you up
all white nike on when im feeling up
all white i was down had to whip it up (uh)
you thinking im slippin you high or what
i know some n-gg-s that ready to tie you up
f-ck wit the gang you a body brah
n-gg-s been feeling too hot like they scottie huh
sh-t at the bottom ain’t lemonade, dont need to talk you ain’t talking bout getting paid
n-gg-s start hatin’ and movin’ ways, i had to part and fade like i was born in the 80 days
pour up some henny, i keep it 100 but i give her 50
this choppa hold 50, nah i never ran on a n-gg- thats with me

- mills cashh

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