paroles de chanson Count Up - Smokepurpp feat. D.R.A.M.

Hmm, in the VIP, I′m sippin'
Hmm, sip dope, sip dope, sip dope, dope
Hmm, huh? Hmm, huh? Huh? Hmm, hmm, what?
La musica de Harry Fraud

I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
Throw a hunnit racks, it hit the floor
In the VIP, I′m sippin' dope
I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
I count up, count up, count up, count up dope
Throw a hunnit racks, it hit the floor
In the VIP, I'm sippin′ dope
I count up, count up, count up, count up dough

She say I′m an asshole, girl, I know
I don't want the pussy, baby girl, I want the throat
Can you catch a Uber, girl, I gotta send you home
I got hella bitches comin′ home
I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
I got pack off a boat
Chains on my neck make me choke, uh
And this is Gucci my coat, uh
Rick Owens all on my toes, uh
And I stay clean like some soap, uh
You don't know me, we not bros
You don′t know me, we not bros
We don't even share the same hoes
Niggas wanna copy my flow
Copy my style, stealin′ my clothes (yeah)
Look at my watch, that's a 50
When in New York, feel like 50
I think yo bitch wanna kiss me (huh?)
I let her top me, no kissing

I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
Throw a hunnit racks, it hit the floor
In the VIP, I'm sippin′ dope (sippin′ dope)
I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
I count up, count up, count up, count up dope
Throw a hunnit racks, it hit the floor
In the VIP, I'm sippin′ dope
I count up, count up, count up, count up dough

I got Lucy in the sky with the diamonds feelin' on her
Booty, while I finish my assignment,
Thumbin′ through this loose leaf,
By myself on my own island 'til it is time
To leave, then I′m back up in here wildin', baby wipe off your
Nose, what you do with that white girl, the Lord, the only
One knows, 'cause you claim you
Don′t know her, man, that′s how you get
Exposed, actin' like you too concerned, baby, just lose
Control, but not enough control to make the car crash
To the fence, where I′m finna take it
Once I hit it, I touch all the bases
Barry Bonds, Ken Griffey, Mark McGwire with it
Yeah, that boy is frigid,
But niggas' hotter than the summer (what you wanna know, yeah, yeah)

I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
Throw a hunnit racks, it hit the floor
In the VIP, I′m sippin' dope
I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
I count up, count up, count up, count up dope
Throw a hunnit racks, it hit the floor
In the VIP, I′m sippin' dope
I count up, count up, count up, count up dough