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conversations.value: Write me a song called Countin’ with the following description: Breaking out the auto-tune, DJ Drama’s protégé leads the record off by “countin” his money and women, while Wiz & 2 Chainz lay down their respective verses from A Milli Billi Trilli over the Murda Beatz-produced banger.
  Serving as the follow up to “Money Longer,” “Countin” is another strong addition to Uzi’s steady growing catalogue of hits. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: 2 Chainz]
  It's that moon rock shit
  You gotta mix this with some regular OG
  Cause this shit be burnin' crazy
  [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Countin' the money
  Countin' the guap 'til I'm getting blisters
  I say what I want, don't hold my tongue when I'm off the liquor
  Don't care what she did, still go out and get her
  Cause I'm on a mission
  They say she did this, say she did that
  But I'm still gonna kiss her
  No no no, I don't care who just had her
  Cause I'm gonna get her
  No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
  Cause I wanna get her
  I do not care what she did, no, cause I'm gonna kiss her
  No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
  Cause I'm gonna get her
  [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Charge her to the game, I am no beginner
  Put her on my gram, yea I'm posting pictures
  Girl I'm just saying I'll post up with ya'
  Girl I'm just saying let me post up with ya'
  I don't know if you sip drank, let me pour up with ya'
  And we both do the same thing, let me tour with ya'
  Girl you match my fly, that’s the perfect image
  And I ain't gon' lie, no, I'm gonna get ya'
  I ain't worried 'bout who got you right now
  Cause I'm getting to the guap, like right now
  Cartier on a yacht, private island
  Chanel, show the top, shawty stylin' [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Countin' the money
  Countin' the guap 'til I'm getting blisters
  I say what I want, don't hold my tongue when I'm off the liquor
  Don't care if she dance, still go out and get her
  Cause I'm on a mission
  They say she did this, say she did that
  But I'm still gonna kiss her
  No no no, I don't care who just had her
  Cause I'm gonna get her
  No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
  Cause I wanna get her
  I do not care what she did, no, cause I'm gonna kiss her
  No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
  Cause I'm gonna get her
  [Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
  Cum in a bitch and I go crazy
  Spend all these racks and I go crazy
  Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180
  This how the lord made me
  Drop the top and start sun bathing
  Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked
  Got all my side hoes frustrated
  This the life I waited on
  Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone
  I don't know what you been waiting on
  All that I know is that I waited long
  I ain't waiting to get no lone
  Provolone on top of provolone
  Mobile phone on top of mobile phone
  I don't know what you niggas smokin' on
  Pull my closet got a upstairs
  Mobile home on top of mobile home
  I go to sleep with a rollie on
  I start my car with remote control
  Get so much pussy
  I go to sleep with a condom on [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Countin' the money
  Countin' the guap 'til I'm getting blisters
  I say what I want, don't hold my tongue when I'm off the liquor
  Don't care if she dance, still go out and get her
  Cause I'm on a mission
  They say she did this, say she did that
  But I'm still gonna kiss her
  No no no, I don't care who just had her
  Cause I'm gonna get her
  No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
  Cause I wanna get her
  I do not care what she did, no, cause I'm gonna kiss her
  No no no, I am not worried 'bout that
  Cause I'm gonna get her
  [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
  Fuck I'm the king of the city
  I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me
  I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me
  You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me
  My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty
  Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece
  My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece
  I’m pourin' that gin in a simply
  You niggas so fake need assembly
  I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty
  Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and just little old me
  Fuck I'ma do wit this money
  But walk in the club and start stuntin'
  Push all my old bitches buttons
  Came up from nothin' to something
  Tell her take the stick, don't run from me
  There's some for you, there's some for me
  So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me
  All that bullshit is up under me
  Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed
  All of this cash that's another thing
  Black and yellow like a bumblebee