Oou, yuh
Let's go, let's go
Yuh, yuh
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
Got designer patterns on my lethal weapons
I pulled up rockin' all black in the Maybach, and get to steppin'
If I hit you up at all I'm like my bank, cuz i'm just checking
Got no savings, I just spend it
Gettin' more so I keep guessing
I got Gucci on my belt, or is the Fendi on?
I'm 'bout my swag I got the drip that I'ma spend it on
Ask Lil Elt, I got the gat I rely heavy on
XD LOL hit 'em bracket and a semicolon
They know 'bout me, I know 'bout you, so like what's up with you?
I'm all 'bout me, I'm in the booth recording in the stu'
I got my money up, ever since then it's through the roof
I look right back, you still be broke so like what happened dude?
Cuz I get my way, yuh
Cheddar on my plate
I still remember being broke it felt like yesterday
I got the swag with me big, hoppin' out the Wraith
I feel like Playboi Carti, woke up like this everyday
Can I switch my flow, when I'm on the road I'm down on I-65, in my mind, when I'm blind wearing all Giuseppe
Ever since then I get plenty
Got too much, do too much spending
All my dollars in the Bentley
Spend my wallet 'till it's empty
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
I'ma come right back
You know it's time for round two
I wake up blessed like everyday so how about you?
We all got blessings, all got stressings, it's just how it do
Some just got more than others, and I really think I do
I'ma get my bag, out the digital or physical
New flows, I never limit to
On occasion spit the lyrical
I spit bars, never hear it though
Why can't you hear me though?
You know it best, I'm never stressed
Except for always when I'm on stage
I want the lights in my face
Nothing ever been so nerve racking, all of my days
I just remember the fans and the money they paid
I relax and do a show, grab the mic and I slay
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
Louis Swagú - Count My Blessings Lyrics
Louis Swagú - Count My Blessings Lyrics
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English
Oou, yuh
Let's go, let's go
Yuh, yuh
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
Got designer patterns on my lethal weapons
I pulled up rockin' all black in the Maybach, and get to steppin'
If I hit you up at all I'm like my bank, cuz i'm just checking
Got no savings, I just spend it
Gettin' more so I keep guessing
I got Gucci on my belt, or is the Fendi on?
I'm 'bout my swag I got the drip that I'ma spend it on
Ask Lil Elt, I got the gat I rely heavy on
XD LOL hit 'em bracket and a semicolon
They know 'bout me, I know 'bout you, so like what's up with you?
I'm all 'bout me, I'm in the booth recording in the stu'
I got my money up, ever since then it's through the roof
I look right back, you still be broke so like what happened dude?
Cuz I get my way, yuh
Cheddar on my plate
I still remember being broke it felt like yesterday
I got the swag with me big, hoppin' out the Wraith
I feel like Playboi Carti, woke up like this everyday
Can I switch my flow, when I'm on the road I'm down on I-65, in my mind, when I'm blind wearing all Giuseppe
Ever since then I get plenty
Got too much, do too much spending
All my dollars in the Bentley
Spend my wallet 'till it's empty
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
I'ma come right back
You know it's time for round two
I wake up blessed like everyday so how about you?
We all got blessings, all got stressings, it's just how it do
Some just got more than others, and I really think I do
I'ma get my bag, out the digital or physical
New flows, I never limit to
On occasion spit the lyrical
I spit bars, never hear it though
Why can't you hear me though?
You know it best, I'm never stressed
Except for always when I'm on stage
I want the lights in my face
Nothing ever been so nerve racking, all of my days
I just remember the fans and the money they paid
I relax and do a show, grab the mic and I slay
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
Let's go, let's go
Yuh, yuh
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
Got designer patterns on my lethal weapons
I pulled up rockin' all black in the Maybach, and get to steppin'
If I hit you up at all I'm like my bank, cuz i'm just checking
Got no savings, I just spend it
Gettin' more so I keep guessing
I got Gucci on my belt, or is the Fendi on?
I'm 'bout my swag I got the drip that I'ma spend it on
Ask Lil Elt, I got the gat I rely heavy on
XD LOL hit 'em bracket and a semicolon
They know 'bout me, I know 'bout you, so like what's up with you?
I'm all 'bout me, I'm in the booth recording in the stu'
I got my money up, ever since then it's through the roof
I look right back, you still be broke so like what happened dude?
Cuz I get my way, yuh
Cheddar on my plate
I still remember being broke it felt like yesterday
I got the swag with me big, hoppin' out the Wraith
I feel like Playboi Carti, woke up like this everyday
Can I switch my flow, when I'm on the road I'm down on I-65, in my mind, when I'm blind wearing all Giuseppe
Ever since then I get plenty
Got too much, do too much spending
All my dollars in the Bentley
Spend my wallet 'till it's empty
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
I'ma come right back
You know it's time for round two
I wake up blessed like everyday so how about you?
We all got blessings, all got stressings, it's just how it do
Some just got more than others, and I really think I do
I'ma get my bag, out the digital or physical
New flows, I never limit to
On occasion spit the lyrical
I spit bars, never hear it though
Why can't you hear me though?
You know it best, I'm never stressed
Except for always when I'm on stage
I want the lights in my face
Nothing ever been so nerve racking, all of my days
I just remember the fans and the money they paid
I relax and do a show, grab the mic and I slay
New Amiris cost a twenty
I got Gucci and Balenci'
I keep smoke it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit and count my blessings
Writer: Grant Davis
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