Countin' Up

[Intro] 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! [Verse 1] I'm the bitch with the long hair and her 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 Shake 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 workin' every day, no, I ain't never call off Talkin' shit on Instagram, that pistol make you log off It's upsettin' that these bitches think they better than me I got the bar too high and it's hard to beat Gucci shades tint dark so it's hard to see The easy part is gettin' money but it's hard to keep I know you seein' that I'm busy so don't bother me Like I passed every test, you ain't as smart as me You a stunt double, shawty, you a wannabe See me on the scene, you know that I charged the fee Like yeah! [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] You can't even handle a bitch like me Make my own money, and I buy my own weed Touch my wrist and 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 stew, I'm 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, hoe, this shit is not a test I think you need to roll out, catch you actin' too hesitant I bet you can't count all the money that I just spent Niggas singin' to the feds like they Jazmine Sullivan My racks too big, I just popped my rubber band [Chorus] 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