“Count It Up” is an emotionally-charged ballad in which Playboi Carti raps & croons in Auto-Tune over a dark instrumental.[Intro]

Niggas wanna see me dead

(Plugg)

Damn, I don't give a fuck about shit at all (Fuck about shit at all)

Uh, at all, Cash Carti (Uh, at all, moneybags)

Ayy, uh, uh

[Chorus]

I poured a whole four up in my fuckin' cup (My fuckin' cup)

(Plugg)

Count it up, count it up, count it up (Count it up)

Thumb through the check, man, I can't fuck with ya (I can't fuck with ya)

We dressing them bricks and then we add it up (We add it up)

Maison Margiela, nigga, designer gear (Designer)

(Plugg)

Got like ten hoes in my fuckin' ear (In my fuckin' ear)

Two condos, I ain't even there (I ain't even there)

I'm like, "Fuck 12, they can't come in here" (They can't come in here)

[Verse]

I'm fuckin' on this bitch like she my main (Like she my main, damn)

(Plugg)

I be in the trap wearing Wang (Wearing Wang)

Forty shots my Glock, make a block go insane (Block go insane, boom, boom, boom)

Alexander Wang, I'm off them pills, can't feel this pain (Feel this pain)

Alexander Wang, I got that thing, that bitch go bang (Bitch go bang)

(Plugg)

I just met this bitch, I swear this bitch just tryna bang (Tryna bang)

Posted on my side, yeah, nigga, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)

Yeah, nigga, money dancing to the bank, uh (Bank)

On this syrup, on this syrup, on this lean (On this lean, uh)

(Plugg)

Uh, I'm on this syrup, I'm on this lean (I'm on this lean, on this lean)

Uh, I be on some other shit and God knows that that bitch ain't celibate (Smash, smash)

Pussy niggas hating to get relevant (Relevant)

Money bags, I need that, bitch, I need that (I need that)

(Plugg)

Bitch with a ass, I need that

Coupe, that's a smash, bitch, I need that

Money counter, fuck a bank, y'all don't even know (Ayy)

Uh, foreign car, automatic (Foreign car, foreign)

(Plugg)

Foreign broad, she with that action (Action, action)

Call me Carti, nigga, been had it, ayy

I was in VIPs, I was blowing on some magic, ayy (Splur, Splur)

First, we move the stove to the attic (Move the stove)

(Plugg)

My bloods pull up and get it brackin', uh (Bloods pull up)

My cuz pull up and get it crackin' (Splur, Splur)

Never pillow talking, bitch, you lacking

Pull up to your spot like, bitch, what's happening?

Bitch, what's happening? (Bitch, what's happening?)

I'm pulling out them tools like, "Go, Gadget"

Bitch, go, Gadget (Bow-bow)

(Plugg)

This nigga lacking, diamonds glisten (Glisten)

Ho, just listen, I'm just pimpin'

South Atlanta, kickin' (Kickin')

With my niggas, with my niggas, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

I poured a whole four up in my fuckin' cup (My fuckin' cup)

(Plugg)

Count it up, count it up, count it up (Count it up)

Thumb through the check, man, I can't fuck with ya (I can't fuck with ya)

We dressing them bricks and then we add it up (We add it up)

Maison Margiela, nigga, designer gear (Designer)

(Plugg)

Got like ten hoes in my fuckin' ear (In my fuckin' ear)

Two condos, I ain't even there (I ain't even there)

I'm like, "Fuck 12, they can't come in here" (They can't come in here)

[Outro]

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