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goldenboy countup - took flight lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, spancy)
uh
countup
goldenboy countup boy, baby, i’m that motherf+ckin’ n+gga
in real life, n+gga
ayy

[verse]
you ain’t never seen no money seen your face, this what it look like
“golden, you done ran them n+ggas down and you done took flight”
cuh, i won’t serve that n+gga eighth, he don’t look right
you n+ggas all broke and on your d+ck, that’s what it look like
blrrt, that’s a call from the plug, he say them bubbas in
blrrt, that’s a call for a show, that’s another ten
skrrt, i just bought back ten grams, that’s another win
blrrt, they just let off ten rounds, that’s another spin
golden, i’m just chillin’ with my b+tch enjoyin’ this money, n+gga
diamonds shinin’ hard now, i told ’em i was comin’, n+gga
ain’t runnin’ down no b+tch and i ain’t runnin’ out of money, n+gga
i’m sellin’ pills and bustin’ down this brick and servin’ junkies, n+gga
pull up in that coupe, chains sw+nging when i hop out
all my n+ggas know about them grams, but they drop out
n+gga, tryna chicken talk to me? well, whip your clock out
n+gga better not try me, i’ma tell his b+tch to pop out
golden back at the trap, you know i got them drugs in
n+gga, if you see them trash bags, then them bugs in
golden, ask that n+gga, he can really get you plugged in
jit, i’m talkin’ trucks, you n+ggas still gettin’ a dub in?
fly chicken, countup boys, b+tch, this the mafia
“golden, what the f+ck you in there cookin’?” n+gga, tilapia
told the plug throw a n+gga a thousand up, we robbing ya
extortion gang, he don’t give it up, them jits marking ya
“golden, please get off that n+gga neck, that n+gga can’t breathe”
n+gga, since you blowin’ the phone up, this b+tch can’t leave
yeah, that n+gga talkin’ chicken talk but he ain’t me
n+gga, i got traps everywhere, i’m in saint pete
n+gga, you better have a gas mask, we cookin’ dope in here
i told a n+gga all the p’s gone, but it’s more in here
i showed a f+ck n+gga one stick, but it’s four in here
you can turn the lights off, my sh+t still glow in here
all these f+ckin’ diamonds on my mama, it’s two hundred on me
china boy done really smelled money, he threw a hundred on me
steppin’ on them p+ssy n+ggas’ neck ’cause they stunted on me
“golden, i don’t need these n+ggas for sh+t, i keep money on me”
you can’t count two fifty with your hands, you need a money counter
i can’t send two fifty in the mail, i need a way around it
n+gga, i was searchin’ for a route then i finally found it
now i’m runnin’ six or seven traps and got the lowest ounces

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