Yonas Counting Stars Trap Remix Lyrics
Counting Stars (Trap Remix) by YONAS
Lately, I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars
Is this on, nigga?
Ok, good, I'm gone, nigga
You ain't no backhood
Throw that shit in the ball, nigga
My whole team is fine, nigga
If ya sign yo checks, I get along wicha
When nobody round me, I signing checks
It's (???)
Man, what, track remix
This that weird all black remix
Please understand that at the age of 25
I already qualify for a black visa
I'm selfmade, like my black snickers
White time is on a black T-Shirt
I ain't one to make (???)
I'm stacking paper like mad teachers
Home at night, I'm home at night
So y'all motherfuckers better be home at night
And don't get it twisted, I'm deep wid the hus
So y'all motherfuckers better buddy up
If you're ready for war, then put your captains up
If you stall to the sky, I'mma hunt you down
Sorry, baby girl, I'm just passing through town
Everybody for a nigga wanna back around
(Hook)
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
(Verse)
Now, I ain't wanna be materialistic
Don't twist it when you listen to this shit
And I ain't ever paint picture to get rich
I'm tryna get hope to the rebels in this flick
Resistance to this shit, not existent
The flow switch, it flips quips in an instant
Van Gogh, Vincent, everytime I lift the motherfucking ink drip
Send ships to the enemy
Everytime I put together the illest of four melodies
Put a couple hundreds on a highway
When they pull me ova, I tell'em that hundid's the new 70
Hop! Wrap sheet full of felonies
But I'm still tryna fight for the better me
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars
Is this on, nigga?
Ok, good, I'm gone, nigga
You ain't no backhood
Throw that shit in the ball, nigga
My whole team is fine, nigga
If ya sign yo checks, I get along wicha
When nobody round me, I signing checks
It's (???)
Man, what, track remix
This that weird all black remix
Please understand that at the age of 25
I already qualify for a black visa
I'm selfmade, like my black snickers
White time is on a black T-Shirt
I ain't one to make (???)
I'm stacking paper like mad teachers
Home at night, I'm home at night
So y'all motherfuckers better be home at night
And don't get it twisted, I'm deep wid the hus
So y'all motherfuckers better buddy up
If you're ready for war, then put your captains up
If you stall to the sky, I'mma hunt you down
Sorry, baby girl, I'm just passing through town
Everybody for a nigga wanna back around
(Hook)
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
(Verse)
Now, I ain't wanna be materialistic
Don't twist it when you listen to this shit
And I ain't ever paint picture to get rich
I'm tryna get hope to the rebels in this flick
Resistance to this shit, not existent
The flow switch, it flips quips in an instant
Van Gogh, Vincent, everytime I lift the motherfucking ink drip
Send ships to the enemy
Everytime I put together the illest of four melodies
Put a couple hundreds on a highway
When they pull me ova, I tell'em that hundid's the new 70
Hop! Wrap sheet full of felonies
But I'm still tryna fight for the better me