Track 6 - Count It (ft. M.A. and Y.M.C. Tay)

///-Hook - M.A.
(24, 24)
(Let's go!)
Count them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Spend them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Count them dollas
Save them dollas
Buy you some Dior
And a offwhite collar
Count them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs

///-Verse 1 - M.A.
Makin' them G's, Like Kenny and Dame
Gold on the cover, like Kobe, 2k
Gettin' them racks, like Eatin' at Daves
And I'm earnin' them plaques like Shady and Dre

Bustin' my a**, workin' for that money 
And I'm countin' that cash
Burnin' up the dollars, say goodbye to my stash
Makin' me some more, and I spend it real fast
Like the moment might pass

And I, do not be rich but I live like it
Ice on my wrist, not no fake diamonds
Chain on my neck, when I feel stylish
(La, da, da, da, da, da, da)

///-Hook - M.A.
Count them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Spend them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Count them dollas
Save them dollas
Sittin' courtside
While the sixers be ballin'
Count them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs

///-Verse 2 - Y.M.C Tay
Spit it like shady, ride in a subaru 
But I act like I ride in a mercedes
Ball like LaMello, King of my city 
I dribble to much, just like I'm Carmelo

Breakin' these ankles like I be AI
Breakin' they necks, want a piece of my pie
But I be taken, like a first round draft pick
Nice a** t**tys but I ride wit a fat stick

And, I'm countin' it up, 
Lovin' My life, I still don't give a f***
Yes I, do not be rich
But my attitude has got millions

And I, don't know when to stop
Swervin' the lanes
And we flippin' off cops
And I, don't know where to end
And quitin' the game, til I be the best

///-Hook - M.A.
Count them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Spend them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Count them dollas
Save them dollas
Ridin' in a coupe
Not no fxcking Impala
Count them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs

///-Verse 3 - Y.M.C. Tay
Hands on my waist
Lovin' on me 
And I'm lovin' his money
It won't go to waste

Vans on my feet
Got me some platforms
I got me some Jordans
That drip is on me

And I'm, lovin' myself every single day
Speakin' that truth in every single way
Shootin' that shot, like Ronnie 2k
I play with his heart, but you know I don't play-
(let's go)

///-Hook - M.A.
Count them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Spend them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Count them dolla's
Spend them Dolla's
Buyin' caviar
Cause yo bxtch gon' ball out
Count them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs

///-Verse 4 - M.A.
Pull up in a ghost, no casper
Spittin' all the facts on the last verse
I just hit a lick, I'm a master
Ridin' with a blick, goin' faster
She all up on my dxck, make her mouth hurt
(Mouth hurt)

Spittin' like wheezy
This shit easy, lemon squezy, pelogroni
And I'm sippin' on some peach tea
Watch her bust down, like she peely
Macorana, no morena, maricona, sippin' cola
Slow down, callete la boca, she bad lil bxtch
But hold up, she got a boner, 
Always ridin' with the pole, and you know
We bout to pull up (ya, ya, ya)
(Let's go!)

Watch the shorty bust dowm
Can't compete with us, now
We be talkin' truths, 
And we ain't finna be slowed down
(gla, gla gla)

///-Hook - M.A.
Count them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Spend them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Count them dolla's
Spend them Dolla's
Buyin' caviar
Cause yo bxtch gon' ball out
Count them
Dolla, dolla, dolla
Dolla, dolla, dolla, signs
Count them
(count em up, for real y'all, all love)

///- Art credit to [@savage_water](/@/savage_water) lots of love 
///- watch the break down
///- fill em wit the venom

THESE LYRICS ARE PROPERTY OF MAVERICH RECORDS C. 2024 OFF OF THE ALBUM "Project 24" PRODUCED AND WRITTEN By Noel Styles and M.A.