Count Up The Bands (Lost Tapes 2019)

Mama fine as hell, lookin' good as shit

I'ma look at that like, "Look at this"

Cash everywhere on the air, from the ceiling

I got this feeling (That Boy Cash)

Keep fillin'' my drink, ay

Got killers on the scene, ay

Got snipers on the right, ay

The type of bitch I like, ay

They thought about a wife, ay

She thought about our life, ay

She gon' hit 'til the morning, ay

She gon' hit then she-

Count up the bands, girl you made it to the morning

You been poppin' on that stage and you performin'

You done pull up on these niggas in they swarmin'

And that's why when I throw that bag, you know it's pourin'

Throw up the bag

Hold up, time out

Yeah, you sexy-sexy

And you my next selection

I got this chick from Cali

I call her Flexi-Lection

Act like I ain't gon' do it, I make my best impression

Ooh-ooh-ooh, she know exactly what she doing to me

Bring it back to me, stuck to a nigga, she glued to me

Ooh, take a look at that ass, wish you could view it with me

My shit wavy as a cruise, know I can't lose on me

This little mama in the tight pants, in the white pants

Lookin' hella good with the, with the curly hair

And the friends all there, ay

Count up the bands, girl you made it to the morning

You been goin' on that stage and you performin'

All the bad bitches watchin', yeah they swarmin'

And when you know you in the gang, it's 'cause you sworn in

Shakin' that ass, girl you gon' hit the stage, performin'

A lot of niggas spittin' game and you ignorin'

You the baddest bitch I've seen in your city, dawg

Keep it real with you

Count up the bands, girl you made it to the morning

You been poppin' on that stage and you performin'

You done pull up on these niggas in they swarmin'

And that's why when I throw that bag, you know it's pourin'

Throw up the bag