Текст песни KOUNT UP LUV? - Kisonn

(Ayo Kisonn, this that music for the graveyard)

Bitch this Vette got wings, uh
Bitch this Vette got wings, yeah I tell her what she need, uh

Bullets make him bleed, yeah we pulling up cause scenes
Huh, uh, I just put like ten bands in my jeans (Let's go)

I pull up like KanKan, AMG, g
Nigga tryna tell me what I can't bitch you green, green

I get money 'cause I can, money 'cause I can (Yeah)
Bad bitch did me bad, I can't go again

If it ain't a kill shot, fuck it go again
I just told my mama"Girl don't worry", your son got a plan

Money counter love, money counter love, money counter love
Yeah, money counter love

Uh, I don't give no fuck
Push up, bitch I'll fuck you up

Uh, I can't give no love
That hoe going, bitch I dub

I was in Atlanta, bad bitch she a dancer
Fuck that hoe on camera, fuck that hoe on camera

W-We got hella sticks on God, pussy watch your grammar
She not getting what she like, this bitch throw a tantrum

Grave shit, I been on my grave shit
Put that codeine in the baby bottle, hope I make it

Ooh, that's a bad hoe, I could never chase it
Brand new Vette let's race then, b-brand new Vette let's race then

Yeah, you made it
I got everything I want, I'll never change it

Yeah, you know you did me wrong, karma gon' pay it
Maybe that's why the say fake it til' you make it

Bitch this Vette got wings, uh
Bitch this Vette got wings, yeah I tell her what she need

B-B-Bullets make him bleed, yeah we pulling up cause scenes
Huh, uh, I just put like ten bands in my jeans (Let's go)

I pull up like KanKan, AMG, g
Nigga tryna tell me what I can't bitch you green, green