Cold Empire - Count It Up

# Count It Up **Theme:** Celebrating success, wealth, and the fruits of the hustle **Mood:** Triumphant, boastful, luxurious ## Lyrics [Intro] Money counter going brrr all night long Count it up, count it up, this where I belong From nothing to something, rags to riches song Count it up, count it up, prove them all wrong [Verse 1] Hundred thousand cash spread across my table Designer everything, mink coat with the label Remember eating ramen, now it's lobster when I'm able Went from fairy tale to fable, unstable to stable Got a Rolex on each wrist, both of them shine Diamonds in my teeth reflecting dollar signs Whip so clean it's a crime, leather seats recline Everything I dreamed of now is mine, mine, mine [Chorus] Count it up, count it up, stack it to the ceiling Count it up, count it up, this is the feeling Count it up, count it up, money I'm revealing Count it up, count it up, Fortune 500 dealing From the bottom to the top, never gonna stop Count it up, count it up, cream of the crop Pour the champagne, let it pop Count it up, count it up, I run the shop [Verse 2] Penthouse suite, city views from every angle Closet full of heat, designer everything I handle Used to window shop, now I buy the whole boutique Used to count pennies, now I'm counting by the ki Bank account swelling, numbers keep climbing Perfect timing, every deal I'm signing Got accountants tired from all this money I'm supplying While my competition's dying, I keep multiplying [Pre-Chorus] They said I'd never make it out the hood alive Now I'm the richest young boss they ever seen thrive Private jets, foreign cars, whatever I desire Built this empire from the fire [Chorus] Count it up, count it up, stack it to the ceiling Count it up, count it up, this is the feeling Count it up, count it up, money I'm revealing Count it up, count it up, Fortune 500 dealing From the bottom to the top, never gonna stop Count it up, count it up, cream of the crop Pour the champagne, let it pop Count it up, count it up, I run the shop [Bridge] Mama don't work no more, I retired her Bought her a house, everything she desire Told her forget the struggle, baby we on fire Her son the youngest king, the empire's supplier Cash rules everything in my circle now Purple bottles, purple clouds, living life loud Started from the gutter, look at me now Taking victory laps, taking my bow [Verse 3] Offshore accounts, real estate investments Multiple streams, all legal on the documents Cleaned the money up, legitimate testament To the hustle, to the grind, to my development From street pharmacist to business magnate While they calculate, I accumulate Every dollar that I make is a middle finger to fate To everyone who said I'd never be great [Chorus] Count it up, count it up, stack it to the ceiling Count it up, count it up, this is the feeling Count it up, count it up, money I'm revealing Count it up, count it up, Fortune 500 dealing From the bottom to the top, never gonna stop Count it up, count it up, cream of the crop Pour the champagne, let it pop Count it up, count it up, I run the shop [Outro] (Count it up, yeah, count it up) (Money machine never stops, never stops) (Count it up, yeah, count it up) (Started from the bottom, now we at the top)