Countin ft. painkxller & CK Sula Lyrics

Counting my days, counting my dollars, counting my friends, I don't want oppers

I lost my faith, counting my days, till I make my way to the top

I was going down, now I'm up, up, up

Play my music in the club, the club

See everybody turn up, up, up

I turn my rags to riches, I did all my stitches

And money and fame's all part of the game

I'm going insane, so stay in your lane

My one way to the top, when the beat drop, lyrics don't stop

I stay spinning, I ain't quitting

If you ain't feeling, I ain't dealing

So wait, so wait

Cash, my pocket

Numbers, I got it

Deals, I lock it

Designer, I rock it

Uh, all the gang, I'm stuck in my mind

All my friends, I guess that it's fine

Only thing about all the cash

And then ending it all, cause I'm thinking

If I die young, I better be rich

If I die young, I better flex this

All this life we live is for flexing

Don't be fake with your shit, you a flexer

Blessed her, with this stylish shit, I spoilt her

Wanted her to look around like a blessed queen

That's the life

That's the life that I'm living

Uh, all the stuck, yeah, I'm squeezing

Finish the song, then I move on

All of you bitches that I bring along

Always be calling up, missing a thong

Like, all my homies, bitches rat

You do this, they do that

In my pockets, racks is fat

Audi, R8, matte black

Moving fast, wasting cash

I don't flex up, I buy roll

Gold bars ain't on my teeth

Ballencie's ain't on my feet

My drip on wrist is quite weak

The studios where I sleep

But when I make it, I'm gonna tell you

I'm gonna tell you

I counted my days

I counted my dollars

I counted my friends

I didn't get oppers

I gained my faith

I made my way

I counted my days till I made my way to the top