Yung Q Verse:
G f c
Blowing trees
All this money
All on
Me
Ever since I'm in my bag
Money tall I ain't tryna brag
Get it
How I wanna get it
And I'm running these streets
I'm lacing up then destroying these beats
I got money in my pocket and
The rest on my mind
If you ain't paying for the song
I ain't wasting my time
I that thriller for the haters
Upgraded like a tic tock
New car ever time that I switch socks
New boo told the last one to kick rocks
Act hard ill leave them dead
In a wood box
Keep on hating
That I'm takin them down
And I'm aiming straight
For the crown
I'm on the way to the tip top
Money long like a pipeline
Taking over the game
I think its my time
When they said I couldn't do
But I did it and they never coulda
Stop it I'm the best anybody coulda get it
I'm a lyrical beast
I got the vocals in the bag
And I come from the streets
I do the 40 yard dash
When I hop on the beat
When they finally take a listen
Damn I Adashee
Records
Sales thru the roof
When I hope up in the booth
RnB star
Got the lady's fallen over
Me
When I touch down I be all over
Seas
Only thing that they want from me are
Deez
Nuts
Bitch I sluts with them butts
I just be Killen them guts
Slopping and sucking my nuts
Molly her friend she a klutz
Money
Talkin
Haters
Stalking
Tryna step up
And I jump in my bag
Money I pay
When ya heads in the bag
Damn shit
Haters can suck on my dick
Green light 2k off the flip
Sending my goons to go get it
And then we just counting the grip
Yung Q - Count A Grip Lyrics
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Yung Q Verse:
G f c
Blowing trees
All this money
All on
Me
Ever since I'm in my bag
Money tall I ain't tryna brag
Get it
How I wanna get it
And I'm running these streets
I'm lacing up then destroying these beats
I got money in my pocket and
The rest on my mind
If you ain't paying for the song
I ain't wasting my time
I that thriller for the haters
Upgraded like a tic tock
New car ever time that I switch socks
New boo told the last one to kick rocks
Act hard ill leave them dead
In a wood box
Keep on hating
That I'm takin them down
And I'm aiming straight
For the crown
I'm on the way to the tip top
Money long like a pipeline
Taking over the game
I think its my time
When they said I couldn't do
But I did it and they never coulda
Stop it I'm the best anybody coulda get it
I'm a lyrical beast
I got the vocals in the bag
And I come from the streets
I do the 40 yard dash
When I hop on the beat
When they finally take a listen
Damn I Adashee
Records
Sales thru the roof
When I hope up in the booth
RnB star
Got the lady's fallen over
Me
When I touch down I be all over
Seas
Only thing that they want from me are
Deez
Nuts
Bitch I sluts with them butts
I just be Killen them guts
Slopping and sucking my nuts
Molly her friend she a klutz
Money
Talkin
Haters
Stalking
Tryna step up
And I jump in my bag
Money I pay
When ya heads in the bag
Damn shit
Haters can suck on my dick
Green light 2k off the flip
Sending my goons to go get it
And then we just counting the grip
G f c
Blowing trees
All this money
All on
Me
Ever since I'm in my bag
Money tall I ain't tryna brag
Get it
How I wanna get it
And I'm running these streets
I'm lacing up then destroying these beats
I got money in my pocket and
The rest on my mind
If you ain't paying for the song
I ain't wasting my time
I that thriller for the haters
Upgraded like a tic tock
New car ever time that I switch socks
New boo told the last one to kick rocks
Act hard ill leave them dead
In a wood box
Keep on hating
That I'm takin them down
And I'm aiming straight
For the crown
I'm on the way to the tip top
Money long like a pipeline
Taking over the game
I think its my time
When they said I couldn't do
But I did it and they never coulda
Stop it I'm the best anybody coulda get it
I'm a lyrical beast
I got the vocals in the bag
And I come from the streets
I do the 40 yard dash
When I hop on the beat
When they finally take a listen
Damn I Adashee
Records
Sales thru the roof
When I hope up in the booth
RnB star
Got the lady's fallen over
Me
When I touch down I be all over
Seas
Only thing that they want from me are
Deez
Nuts
Bitch I sluts with them butts
I just be Killen them guts
Slopping and sucking my nuts
Molly her friend she a klutz
Money
Talkin
Haters
Stalking
Tryna step up
And I jump in my bag
Money I pay
When ya heads in the bag
Damn shit
Haters can suck on my dick
Green light 2k off the flip
Sending my goons to go get it
And then we just counting the grip
Writer: Franklin Quesada
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC