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Asteria - Count It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
DJ hubithekid

[Chorus: hubithekid]
Bitch, I walk into the club, designer jeans, designer drugs
We makin' hits and countin' guap (Count it up, count it up)
Walk into the store, bitch, I be buying hella clothes
This ho be bumping all my songs, now she shake it up like Bella Thorne
Got me some bands, need hella more
Bitch, I got bands like a fucking tour
My money dance like CeCe Jones
Rockin' Chanel, CC on my clothes, yeah
Got me some bands, need hella more
Pop me some X and I perform
Smelling like gas, that's my cologne
Got brand-new nails like a bimbo

[Verse 1: asteria]
Yeah, hit her flip phone when she up all alone
Other bitches get gone, I got up on my own
All I see is hella green, bitch, my wallet can't fold
Y'all will know what I mean when you get this cold

[Chorus: asteria]
Bitch we countin' up, we spend the bucks, designer stuff, designer clothes
She down to fuck, I fill my cup, I had it rough, but now I'm on
Everybody 'round ain't lend a hand when I was down, I never fold
And now they can't come spend a band or three or four, walk out the store
Bitch we countin' up, we spend the bucks, designer stuff, designer clothes
She down to fuck, I fill my cup, I had it rough, but now I'm on
Everybody 'round ain't lend a hand when I was down, I never fold
And now they can't come spend a band or three or four, walk out the store
[Verse 2: kets4eki]
Posted up, with my bros, designer drugs, designer clothes
Off two pills, can't get enough, popped two more, bitch, double up
When we walk into the party, all these hoes be shouting, "What the fuck?"
Keep your bitch on leash, she said she wants me, begs me to pull up
Money comin' in, five missed calls, bitch, I'm countin' up
Walk into the function, throw a party, place got all fucked up
Bloody nose stay runny, snort few lines, need another one
Fab in this bitch, we so fly, you can't party like us

[Refrain: kets4eki]
Posted up, with my bros, designer drugs, designer clothes
Off two pills, can't get enough, popped two more, bitch, double up
When we walk into the party, all these hoes be shouting, "What the fuck?"
Keep your bitch on leash, she said she wants me, begs me to pull up

[Chorus: hubithekid]
Bitch, I walk into the club, designer jeans, designer drugs
We makin' hits and countin' guap (Count it up, count it up)
Walk into the store, bitch, I be buying hella clothes
This ho be bumping all my songs, now she shake it up like Bella Thorne
Got me some bands, need hella more
Bitch, I got bands like a fucking tour
My money dance like CeCe Jones
Rockin' Chanel, CC on my clothes, yeah
Got me some bands, need hella more
Pop me some X and I perform
Smelling like gas, that's my cologne
Got brand-new nails like a bimbo