Too many grown-ass men feel like somebody owe 'em something
Last time I checked, it's the same twenty-four hours every day, nigga
What you doin' with it?
(La Música de Harry Fraud) count it up
Tryna fade us with that quarantine
Left the game, and [Bm]left a tab
Robbed the bank without the mask
And told 'em [A]count it up
Told 'em [A]count it up
I be [Am]shootin' from half
Not the front, we use the back
And told 'em [A]count it up
Told 'em [A]count it up
Told 'em [A]count it up, ayy (let's go)
It wasn't no Hi-Tech, we Wock' it up
I never could side with them [A]niggas
We come from the same shit, but I went and [Bm]got [Fm7]it up
You play with the family, we tie you [A7up
All that I know is go count it up
Twenty hoes in the Sprinter let's ɾound 'em [A]up
Let's go slide on [C7]them [A]niggas, you [A7down or what?
We was [Am7]fuckin' housin' up
I only buy weed as I'm countin' up
I came a long [Am]way from the kitchen
And whipped New Edition, I went Bobby Brown on [C7]'em
I pulled up with shottas
Before the Dior shit we used to [C7]do Prada
It ain't no more Ramadas
Now they follow me, I feel like [F]Elijah
She callin' me daddy, but I'm not her father (I'm not)
I'm with the fade like [F]a barber, buggin' out
They ain't 'bout that paper, we cut em [A]out
How you [A7a gangster? You want the clout
We voted to [C7]pack 'em, we want 'em [A]out
You tɾyna walk, niggas ɾun you [A7out
Her ass was [Am7]fat, but I want her mouth
We count it up while y'all [Em]ɾunnin' out
Dead homies
Tryna fade us with that quarantine
Left the game, and [Bm]left a tab
Robbed the bank without the mask
And told 'em [A]count it up
Told 'em [A]count it up
I be [Am]shootin' from half
Not the front, we use the back
And told 'em [A]count it up
Told 'em [A]count it up
Told 'em [A]count it up
Ayy, top, número uno
Not Jason [C7]Derulo
Cop that, swerve, from that curb
Behind that curve, designers, curse
But stoppin' that wave even more
Drinkin' that Holy Water
Titles were paid for [Dm7]foreigns
Makin' my [A]mils in order
From the ground, hot sauce, brown bag nacho
South Bronx chopper, your flow sound knock-off
F*ck it, you [A7make it, you [A7lose it
Long [Am]as them [A]youngins are drippin' and [Bm]cruisin'
Bustin' down onions, that ɾaw, that sushi
Talkin' them [A]guns and [Bm]fades like [F]Boosie
Stɾippers floor moppin', South Bronx blockin'
Tryna fade us with that quarantine
Left the game, and [Bm]left a tab
Robbed the bank without the mask
And told 'em [A]count it up
Told 'em [A]count it up
I be [Am]shootin' from half
Not the front, we use the back
And told 'em [A]count it up
Told 'em [A]count it up
Told 'em [A]count it up, ayy
