Artist: Lil Uzi Vert f/ 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa Album: Countin (S) Song: Countin Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro: 2 Chainz] It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cause this shit be burning crazy [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert] Counting the money Counting the guap til I'm getting blisters I say what I want all the time when I'm off the liquor Don't care if she dance, still go out and get her Cause I'm on a mission They say she did this, say she did that But I'm still gonna kiss her I don't know, I don't care who just had her Cause I'm gonna get her I don't know, I do not worry bout that Cause I'm gonna get her I do not care what she did, no, cause I'm gonna kiss her I don't know, I do not worry bout that Cause I'm gonna get her [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Charge her to the game, I am no beginner Put her on my gram, yea I'm posting pictures Girl I'm just saying I'll post up with ya Girl I'm just saying let me post up with ya I don't know if you sip drank, let me pour up with ya And we ball too, same thing, let me top with ya Girl you match my fly, that's the perfect image And I ain't gon lie, no, I'm gonna get ya I ain't worried bout who got you right now Cause I'm getting to the guap, like right now Cartier on a yacht, private island Chanel, show the top, shawty styling [Chorus] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doing a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smoking on Pull my closet got a upstairs Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on [Chorus] [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up with pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pouring that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smoking weed, fuck the penalty Riding round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'm a do with this money But walk in the club and start stunting Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothing to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smoking gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee