[Intro: Trick Mosa]
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Trick Mosa]
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, none
I don't, fuck with, anyone

[Chorus: Trick Mosa]
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye aye

[Verse 1: Trick Mosa]
Run up the racks, yeah
I'm 'bout to make that shit back, aye
Damn
Flood the Patek, wait
I'm 'bout to fuck up a check, yeah
I made it up from the ground
I need a bitch who ain't holding me down
Play all my shit when I'm fucking around
Counting these bitches I'm making my round (Goddamn)
I speak facts, lot of these rappers are making me laugh
Foot on they neck, man I need to relax
Fucking they bitch, I'm about to collapse (Talk that shit)
I'm really doing the most, yeah
Hop in the foreign and ghost, yeah
Came a long way from the lows, yeah
No time for loving these hoes (Fuck 'em)

[Pre-Chorus: Trick Mosa]
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, none
I don't, fuck with, anyone

[Chorus: Trick Mosa]
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye aye

[Verse 2: EMI]
Pound that lil' bitch in the back of the Acura (Acura)
I just got head from a bitch that's named Tabatha (Tabatha)
Fucking your bitch and you know I don't wrap it up (Wrap it up)
Counting this money I just like to stack it up, woah (Stack it up)
I might just go blow a check (Check)
My brother, he's strapped with a tec (Tec)
We at your house, we come to collect
If you coming, then you coming correct
Talking shit, better get going
Snap a pussy n***a like a wishbone, goddamn
Hop in the lamb and I race (Race)
All my hundreds, man they blue in the face (Face)
Smoking dope till I doze off
Off-White with the Goyard
Getting texts from your wifey (Yeah)
Counting checks like Nike (Woo)

[Pre-Chorus: Trick Mosa]
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, none
I don't, fuck with, anyone

[Chorus: Trick Mosa]
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye aye

[Verse 3: Trick Mosa]
Spent a band, on my Louie
Flexing like it's nothing, aye
Pour a drop of Bacardi
Sipping till' I'm buzzing, aye
Run it up, fill my cup
I can't even function, aye
Got your bitch, on my dick
Cause you know we fucking, yeah
C'est la vie
This my shit, don't mind me
Push to start, drop the key
Who up next? I might be
Fuck you thought? I don't stop
I keep going, till' I drop
Crash my whip, I might not
See my bands, that's a lot lot lot

[Pre-Chorus: Trick Mosa]
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, none (Damn)
I don't, fuck with, anyone (Yeah)

[Chorus: Trick Mosa]
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye (Skrt)
Count off, Count off, Count off, aye aye

[Outro: Trick Mosa]
Count off, Count off, Count off, yeah