作曲 : Weiland
Count it out, I'ma count it out
I get to the guap, yeah, I'ma count it out
She got me in love, yeah, I'ma shout it out
I used to be broke but I turned it all around
Count it out, I'ma count it out
I get to the guap, yeah, I'ma count it out
She got me in love, yeah, I'ma shout it out
I used to be broke but I turned it all around
Don't know why these people actin' like they know me
I'm losin' my soul to this damn codeine
Hit the Prada store, I got the bands on me
And I got a green beam for you green beans
Never play around, I keep that .40 on me
I got bust down VV's on my AP
She a bad *****, go and put that ***** on me
I'm up in the club, always ****in' up the scene
Racks bustin' out of these Number (N)ine jeans
I came with the drip, some can't understand
Baby wanna **** me 'cause I got the bands
On a private jet, do not wanna land
He a broke boy, yeah, he just a fan
Baby, I'ma put you in designer brands
Fly out Fashion Week, pullin' up to France
Last year I was broke, now my diamonds dance
Cash out for you, always cash out, yeah
Racks out, tell 'em bring the racks out, yeah
Cash out for you, always cash out, yeah
Racks out, tell 'em bring the racks out, yeah
Count it out, I'ma count it out
I get to the guap, yeah, I'ma count it out
She got me in love, yeah, I'ma shout it out
I used to be broke but I turned it all around
Count it out, I'ma count it out
I get to the guap, yeah, I'ma count it out
She got me in love, yeah, I'ma shout it out
I used to be broke but I turned it all around