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Countin' up. (yeahhh) All night. (ha-haaa)
Countin' up, countin' up, till the sun come up
Money machine hummin' and it never shut up
Countin' up, countin' up, put it in a duffle
Sub shatter in the trap and the whole block shuffle
Count! (Count!) Count! (Count!)
Deuce Icewater, and the water hold the amount
Rubber band, rubber band, that's my rhythm (rhythm)
Every stack a testimony, every band a vision (vision)
Ice on the neck, but the fingers stay warm (warm)
Countin' up so long I got a countin' arm (ha-haaa)
Bad bitch in the kitchen makin' plates of the blue (blue)
Told her "keep it neat," she said "Deuce, I do" (do)
Westside hustle, from the corner to the ceiling (ceiling)
Sub drop hit and the whole house feelin' (feel it)
Motivation for the young ones on the corner (young)
Count your blessings, count your bands, I'm the warner (yeahhh)
Countin' up, countin' up, till the sun come up
Money machine hummin' and it never shut up
Countin' up, countin' up, put it in a duffle
Sub shatter in the trap and the whole block shuffle
Count! (Count!) Count! (Count!)
Deuce Icewater, and the water hold the amount
Ratchet money, pretty money, dirty money clean (clean)
Every bill got a story, every story got a fiend (fiend)
Shawty said "how much?" I said "count it with me" (count)
She sat on the table, now the table got a fee (ha-haaa)
Sub in the trunk knock harder than a landlord (knock)
Money so tall I need a bigger door (door)
Ice water, boy, my veins don't run hot (never)
Countin' up with a shotgun on the countertop (yeahhh)
Westside, we don't beg, we collect (collect)
Countin' up, countin' up, that's respect (let's get it)
Count it... count it... count it...
UP!
Countin' up, countin' up, till the sun come up
Money machine hummin' and it never shut up
Countin' up, countin' up, put it in a duffle
Sub shatter in the trap and the whole block shuffle
Count! (Count!) Count! (Count!)
Deuce Icewater, and the water hold the amount
DEUCE ICEWATER is a virtual artist of the SUPERMASSIVE Verse: a gravel baritone from Jacksonville's Westside with a slow motivational drawl, drawn-out ad-libs on the verses and a melodic autotuned hook floating in reverb. 2027 psychedelic bass trap: glide 808s pushed into distortion, shattering sub drops, spacey pads, stadium hook stacks. Explicit, ratchet, extremely high energy. AI-performed and disclosed; every song is written and produced in-house.