COUNTING COLORS Lyrics

Watch where you're going, you fool!

Woah, woah

Grr-ah

I'm counting my blues, I'm counting my greens

I'm sorting my colours out

Counting up money, I'm counting up M's

I'm counting up commas, large amounts

I bought that bitch a Burkin bag

She want to fuck for that (Hey)

What the fuck she bought for me?

She bought me nothing back (Brrr-ah)

When I've sorted all my money, I'll buy myself a tank

When I'm London yeah I'm carrying a shank

I don't talk to businesses, I take 'em to the bank

Like a soldier in the fucking army with my tank (Brrr-ah)

Then a fuckin' rapper called Yeat, called it "Tonka" (Yay-yo)

But my Range Rover is a lil longer

Yeah, I used to work in business now I'm talking to my guap yeah

I used to be a bum driving in a used Honda

When I get pulled over they don't even wanna talk to me

And when I get pulled over yeah they always start to lie to me

And why you acting crazy as if you could even step to me

All this shit is fake, yeah none of this is real to me

Y'all weren't ready for all this singing shit

Y'all just wanna hear me going crazy with it, yuh (Grr-ah)

I'm counting my blues, I'm counting my greens

I'm sorting my colours out

Counting up money, I'm counting up M's

I'm counting up commas, large amounts

I bought that bitch a Burkin bag

She want to fuck for that (Hey)

What the fuck she bought for me?

She bought me nothing back (Brrr-ah)

When I've sorted all my money, I'll buy myself a tank

When I'm London yeah I'm carrying a shank

I don't talk to businesses, I take 'em to the bank

Like a soldier in the fucking army with my tank (Brrr-ah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Driving round town with my tank now

Man you really jealous cause I'm spending now