Countin' Up - Rico Nasty

Hello?

Yeah bitch, I said I’m on my way

Hello?

Yeah bitch, I said I’m on my way

The fuck?

Bitch I’m coming the fuck?

Woah!

Kenny!

Yeah!

I’m the bitch with the long hair and the top off

Talk tough, like a bottle top, we twist your top off

Had to hit the turn quick, just to get the narcs off

I''m the real deal, shawty, and you just the knock off

Pop it up no Coca Cola, I’m the one that pop off

Hit me on my Motorola if you need some narcos

I’ve been working every day, no I ain’t never call off

Talking shit on Instagram, that pistol make you log off

It’s upsetting that these bitches think they better than me

I got the bar too high, and it’s hard to beat

Gucci shades, head dark, so it’s hard to see

The easy part is getting money but it’s hard to keep

I know you seeing that I am busy, so don’t bother me

Like I passed every test, and it slaughtered me

You a stunt double, shawty, you a wanna be

See me on the scene, you know that I charged a fee

Like!

What, what, what, what, what, what

Bitches on my dick, so what?

What, what, what, what, what, what

It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up

What, what, what, what, what, what

Bitches on my dick, so what?

What, what, what, what, what, what

It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up

You can never handle a bitch like me

Make my own money, and I buy my own weed

If you touch my wrist then your hand gon' freeze

Beggin' for the kitty on his hands and knees

Who you frontin' on?

Come on girl, I know you a rookie

You got some followers, so what, do you want you a cookie?

I got promoters throwin' shows so they can say that they booked me

When I walk up in the mall, they be turnin' and lookin'

No race, I went easy 'cause the pace I been pushin'

In the storm, like a chef, they like, «Rico, what you cookin'?»

Probably one of these bitches' heads, I’m better than all the rest

No this is not a drill, oh, this shit is not a test

If you need to roll out, catch you actin' too hesitant

I bet you can’t count all this money that I just spent

They singin' to the feds like they Jazmine Sullivan

My racks too big, I just popped my rubber band

What, what, what, what, what, what

Bitches on my dick, so what

What, what, what, what, what, what

It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up

What, what, what, what, what, what

Bitches on my dick, so what

What, what, what, what, what, what

It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up