Count Up

[Intro: Young Thug]

Yeah, yeah

Re-up out my bank, trip out my bank, okay!

(We Got London on da Track)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

I got lots of acres, I spend sheets of paper

I need me some paper, famo need that favor

We gon' get it by any means, I'ma stay straight like a spleen

I'm your majesty, I'm the dean, boy, I'm Hugh Hefner, hey, boy

[Verse 2: Birdman, Young Thug, Birdman & Young Thug]

Yeah, you know I'm 'bout my paper (My paper)

You know I'm 'bout my team (My team, okay)

You know I'm 'bout my family (My family)

If I don't make it in an instance (To the end, nigga, okay)

I put her down with my clique (My clique, okay)

I got a bad bitch that talk shit (Talk shit, okay)

I know the Freeband Gang from that Six (That Six, okay)

I started switching lanes in that bitch (That bitch, okay then)

Smoking indo, nigga, stay in (Stay in)

Mannie Fresh pimpin' in the play pen (Play pen, yeah)

Nigga havin' bubble-eyed lens in the muthafuckin' new Benz (New Benz, skrrrrrrrt)

Japanese chopper with the double twins (Double twins)

It ain't safe in that water (Blatt)

And I am the new product, count up, nigga (Blatt)

[Chorus: Young Thug]

One, two, three, four, five

All my Bloods, they surviving off us

I'ma ride for the cause

I might be bad like a boss (Oh hey)

I might end up down with my clique (Yup, yah)

Laugh at hoes with my bitch (Yup)

Pappadeux's with her lips (Yup)

Love is heavy like a ship

Yeah, oh, fuck (Hey)

Baby, do your thing for me (Do your thing, hey)

Baby, do your thing for me, hey (Do your thing, hey, yah)

When on that bullshit, she dress casually (What?)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]

Baby girl, I swear (Hey)

If you can't stand no more, I'ma give that ass a chair (That's on Blood)

I do her wrong, and I know she gon' still be there, hey (Hey)

Big dog when I lay down like a bear, yah (Ah, grah)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]

Tell a nigga cut the plug (What?)

Then I send a nigga to the sky with it (Bah)

A nigga lose his life in my business (Bah)

Bustin' on her thigh with it (Yeah)

Bring paper, nigga, know you need supplies with it

Thinking 'bout running off, you'll die with it, yeah

Never say, "No," baby, do it, yeah

I want ravioli-oli at the stay-in (What?)

Laughing at these niggas like a baby (Yeah)

Can't see me like the motherfuckin' shoes that a bride wearing

And I'm a shark, nigga, stay in

It ain't safe in that water, no

[Chorus: Young Thug & Birdman]

Count up, one, two, three, four, five

All my Bloods, they surviving off us (Yeah)

I'ma ride for the cause (Skrt, skrt)

I might be bad like a boss (Blatt)

And I might end up down with my clique (Hey)

Might laugh at hoes with my bitch (Yah)

Might treat Pappadeux's like her lips

And my love is heavy like a ship

Yeah, oh, fuck

Baby, do your thing for me, yah (Woo)

Baby, do your thing with me, hey (Yeah, uh-huh, bright lights in the daytime, nigga)

When on that bullshit, she dress casually, hey, yah (Overseas with it)

[Bridge: Birdman, Birdman & Young Thug]

Yeah, how she dress casually

And pull up on that B.S., yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't know how she do this shit

Every time she get pissed, she looks so sexy (Thugger, baby), blatt

[Outro: Young Thug & Birdman]

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, no

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

I said, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

I don't know, I don't know, no, no

I don't know, I don't know, I don't

I don't know, I don't know, I don't

I don't know, I don't know

I don't know, I don't know, I don't

I don't know, I don't know (Yeah)

I don't know, I don't know (Sittin' up in this, yeah)

I don't know, I don't know (You understand me? Lookin' down at these lights)

I don't know, I don't know (Fuck with me, nigga)

I swear to God (You understand me? Just like that, boy)

(Red Light District, overseas, gettin' this money)

(High life, you understand me?)

(Nigga, it's flavor on a hunnit, big money shit, nigga)

(YSL, Rich Gang, boy, yeah)

(I see you, nigga, yeah)

(All my Haitian niggas, yeah)

(All my 404 niggas, 305 niggas, 504 niggas)

(And all our bitches, haha, all our riches, yeah)

(Big money and all these bitches, yeah)

(Thugger, fuck they talkin' 'bout, nigga?)

(We them niggas, we them boys, blatt)

(Beezo, what's brackin'? One thousand)

(Worldwide with it, overseas, nigga)

(Red Light District, bright lights)