paroles de chanson Butta - CountUp Lunz

(Mhm)
(Mhm)

(Boy too smooth like butta)
(A-A-Alpha)

(Countin' n countin' this shit like stutta)
(Mhm)

CountUp Lunz, yea that boy too smooth like butta
I keep countin' n countin' this shit like a stutta
Gang beat up that bag just like Conner McGregor
Nope Ain't going out sad
(Ain't going out sad)
Got my foot on the gas, fuck pushing that pedal
Lately been on money's ass
You know I stack them racks, Seem them snakes in the back
(Brrp-Brrp)
Get clap, hella clips for the act, in the Stu so relaxed

For the Benjamin blues
I keep goin' n goin'
Ain't talking that paper, it's get annoying
(GO GET THAT BREAD)
Like a baker, it's way too important
ZAZA
Yea, this shit be too potent
The doors close now they open
Put on drip like it's lotion
Boy done got it in motion
Don't get toast by the toaster
I fee like I'm too chosen, yea the slept I ain't notice
They done finally woke up
(Wake up, Wake up)

I was fucked up, then I shot thru the ceilin'
Had a vision then did it, you don't know the feeling
Got me dancing like diddy that's OneinaMillion
Hit the booth ran up digits, then made it a killing
(Whooo)
Really talk what I'm livin'
I be tucking them racks, yea you know I ain't spendin'
I was stuck in the back
I was finesse with a pack
(THAT'S A WHOLE LOTTA BREAD)
Don't foldin', no bendin'

CountUp Lunz, yea that boy too smooth like butta
I keep countin' n countin' this shit like a stutta
Gang beat up that bag just like Conner McGregor
Nope Ain't going out sad
(Ain't going out sad)
Got my foot on the gas, fuck pushing that pedal
Lately been on money's ass
You know I stack them racks, See them snakes in the back
(Brrp-Brrp)
Get clap, hella clips for the act, in the Stu so relaxed

I get straight to the green, no gecko
I can't fuck on that neck cuz she psycho
*Money*
Stack my paper, recycle
Ottih walk on the moon like he Michael
No Disturbance, I go and reach my goals
Turning up, turn me up on the tidal
Ain't enough get my pockets some lipo
(Oh, baby)
Shot up like a rocket yea I know

CountUp Lunz, yea that boy too smooth like butta
I keep countin' n countin' this shit like a stutta
Gang beat up that bag just like Conner McGregor
Nope Ain't going out sad
(Ain't goint out sad)
Got my foot on the gas, fuck pushing that pedal
Lately been on money's ass
You know I stack them racks, See them snakes in the back
(Brrp-Brrp)
Get clap, hella clips for the act, in the Stu so relaxed