Blue Strips (Remix)

[Intro: Yung Dred] Yeah, yeah, yeah Count up a whole lot of (yeah) I got a whole lot of (yeah) I count a whole lot of (yeah) Chaz Guapo [Chorus: Yung Dred] Count up a whole lot of blue strips New money, who this? So many racks on a nigga I don't know what to do with it So many packs on nigga Swearin' sometimes I get paranoid Lifestyle that you can't afford Since a jit, I always wanted more [Verse 1: Yung Dred] Hopped off the porch on a money mission In these streets I go tunnel vision They ain't think I'll make it this far Remember days me and Tish talked 69-12 gave mama hell Posted on the curb tryna catch a sale Me and you can't relate, 'cause me and you not the same I took an O, I put it all on the line and threw the letters in the chain Any weaker, got the gang with me, gray flags, count up big bags I gave my hood motivation, and took it all across the nation They ask me who I think I am, first of all, I'm the man Double G on the slippers, Balmain with the zippers Never get tired of ballin', told all my niggas we all in Making money while she calling, choose the money over bitches 'Cause once you got it, she gon' want you with it Got rich, did it independent [Chorus: Yung Dred] Count up a whole lot of blue strips New money, who this? So many racks on a nigga I don't know what to do with it So many packs on nigga Swearin' sometimes I get paranoid Lifestyle that you can't afford Since a jit, I always wanted more [Verse 2: Lil Baby] Since a jit I wanted more so I went and got it Only made deposits, no withdrawals, I'm all about my profit Bad bitches watchin', got 'em jockin', tryna get all in my business I done hit her, I went missing, now she all inside her feelings Pinky ring bling hard, I ain't no one hit wonder, I'm hard We was runnin' up in them cars If we want it, you got it, we rob Niggas do anything for attention I consider them niggas bitches Hope no rap guy don't diss me I'ma make your mama cry, she gon' miss you I'm a real street nigga, I'm official Brand new vertical, ain't anorexic Whole lot of blue strips, I'm on some new shit Boy this that new drip We go on private planes for a month straight Took your baby mama on a lunch, great I done ran it up, now I'm super straight, yeah [Chorus: Yung Dred] Count up a whole lot of blue strips New money, who this? So many racks on a nigga I don't know what to do with it So many packs on nigga Swearin' sometimes I get paranoid Lifestyle that you can't afford Since a jit, I always wanted more Count up a whole lot of blue strips New money, who this? So many racks on a nigga I don't know what to do with it So many packs on nigga Swearin' sometimes I get paranoid Lifestyle that you can't afford Since a jit, I always wanted more