[Lyric] Count it up (Mills Cashh)

Lex ....lex lex
Double H, eastside shit
Futuneer, lex lex lex
Sce shit (ay) sce shit (uh)
Lex, lex, lex
Harlem (uh)

[Verse1: Mills Cashh]
I fuck up a stack just to get back
Im only on set where the money at
Im ridin' around with my fitted cap
Youngin' from harlem i had to mention that
Many man, many man, looking around like where the fuck niggas at , im in my gritty bag
Look like a duffle bag, came with a shottie the one that hit ricky back (lex, lex, lex)
Nigga dont act like we homies, nigga i do what i wanna do
Been on the block sippin' hunnit proof, smokin on ganja too
Scrappin that plate in a room with a bunch of goons (what up cro)
Never pretended, come across a couple niggas ain't worth to mention, cut'em off like extensions, cut'em game so relentless, im on a mission

[Chorus: Mills Cashh]
See all of these thoughts got me going insane
I pour up and roll up to take off the pain
Plus shawty on me like i gave her a ring
She thinkin too much so she gave me her brain
If i ain't cashing then im cooling wit gang
Free all my niggas that locked in them cages
Just got off the phone with keiwei
I told'em i ain't changing up for no change nigga (huh)
[Hook: Mills Cashh]
Double H fuck fame (huh)
Fuck boy you a lame (huh)
Watchin out for plain janes (plain janes)
All white cocaine (caine)
Dope fuckin' up veins (veins)
Since twelve years old seen feins od in my staircase (ohohoh)
Hustle all that i ever do (lex)
Scrape it up for the revenue (revenue)
Youngin on the east, belly of the beast, gotta eat to get a better mood
Im for real nigga, ima kill nigga, need a pill nigga, just to chill nigga (chill nigga)
Been on it for a minute, nigga you a witness, do it all for my real niggas (lex, lex, lex)

[Verse2: Mills Cashh]
Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it up)
Fuck all the ones who doubted us (doubted us)
I throw up some ones she down to fuck (down to fuck)
She dont give mazzy, pack it up (pack it up)
See im kamikaze blowing up, dreamt about robbing a bank wit a stolen truck (ah)
I woke up i thought i had paper cuts (lex)
Im back to the stash to count it up (uh)
Its road to the riches, yall acting up
You hitch hiking nobody gone pick you up
All white nike on when im feeling up
All white i was down had to whip it up (uh)
You thinking im slippin you high or what
I know some niggas that ready to tie you up
Fuck wit the gang you a body brah
Niggas been feeling too hot like they scottie huh
Shit at the bottom ain't lemonade, dont need to talk you ain't talking bout getting paid
Niggas start hatin' and movin' ways, i had to part and fade like i was born in the 80 days
Pour up some henny, i keep it 100 but i give her 50
This choppa hold 50, nah i never ran on a nigga thats with me
[Chorus: Mills Cashh]
See all of these thoughts got me going insane
I pour up and roll up to take off the pain
Plus shawty on me like i gave her a ring
She thinkin too much so she gave me her brain
If i ain't cashing then im cooling wit gang
Free all my niggas that locked in them cages
Just got off the phone with keiwei
I told'em i ain't changing up for no change nigga (huh)

[Hook: Mills Cashh]
Double H fuck fame (huh)
Fuck boy you a lame (huh)
Watchin out for plain janes (plain janes)
All white cocaine (caine)
Dope fuckin' up veins (veins)
Since twelve years old seen feins od in my staircase