Soulja Boy - Count It текст песни

They say soulja back, soulja back, damn
Catch me in the kitchen with my backpack
Backpack, yeah man, yeah I got my backpack
50 fucking stacks in my backpack
I'm riding through the city, rolling through the city
Got a bad bitch and she rollin with me
They say soulja boy, he going ham
They say soulja boy, he got cash
Pull up, hop out, what's happenin
Blowing cash, blowing money fast man
Leaning on that dark, that purple drink
On that kick stand, soulja boy the boss, the man
Pull up in a range rover and it's pink
I'm on my dipset camron swag stage
I pull up with this hunned k in my damn jeans
I feel so hard, sodmg

[Hook] x 2
Count it, count it, count that money
Count it, count it, count that money
Count it, count it, count that money
Count it, count it, count that money
Count all that money, count it
Count all that money, count it


Pull up to the mall they know what time it is
Soulja boy love to go shoppin
Pull up to the Gucci store, what's poppin
I need that right there, I need everything over there
I'm swagging, Cuban links cost 80 bands, Cuban
God damn, soulja boy on kick stand
Pte on my right hand, god damn I go in
Soulja, Versace all on my belt buckle, Versace
Faero on my left...can't touch this
That rolex on my wrist, they know soulja boy the shit

Count it, count it, count that money
I be riding in my Bentley,
They thought it was Bugatti
God damn soulja boy is getting money
He must be in the motherfucking ...

[Hook] x 2
Count it, count it, count that money
Count it, count it, count that money
Count it, count it, count that money
Count it, count it, count that money
Count all that money, count it
Count all that money, count it.