Count Up lyrics

[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, n*gga, okay)
I put her down with my clique (My clique, okay)
I got a bad b*tch that talk sh*t (Talk sh*t, okay)
I know the Freeband Gang from that Six (That Six, okay)
I started switching lanes in that b*tch (That b*tch, okay then)
Smoking indo, n*gga, stay in (Stay in)
Mannie Fresh pimpin' in the play pen (Play pen, yeah)
n*gga havin' bubble-eyed lens in the muthaf*ckin' 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, n*gga (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 b*tch (Yup)
Pappadeux's with her lips (Yup)
Love is heavy like a ship
Yeah, oh, f*ck (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 bullsh*t, 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 n*gga cut the plug (What?)
Then I send a n*gga to the sky with it (Bah)
A n*gga lose his life in my business (Bah)
Bustin' on her thigh with it (Yeah)
Bring paper, n*gga, 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 n*ggas like a baby (Yeah)
Can't see me like the motherf*ckin' shoes that a bride wearing
And I'm a shark, n*gga, 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 b*tch (Yah)
Might treat Pappadeux's like her lips
And my love is heavy like a ship
Yeah, oh, f*ck
Baby, do your thing for me, yah (Woo)
Baby, do your thing with me, hey (Yeah, uh-huh, bright lights in the daytime, n*gga)
When on that bullsh*t, 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 sh*t
Every time she get p*ssed, 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 (f*ck with me, n*gga)
I swear to God (You understand me? Just like that, boy)
(Red Light District, overseas, gettin' this money)
(High life, you understand me?)
(n*gga, it's flavor on a hunnit, big money sh*t, n*gga)
(YSL, Rich Gang, boy, yeah)
(I see you, n*gga, yeah)
(All my Haitian n*ggas, yeah)
(All my 404 n*ggas, 305 n*ggas, 504 n*ggas)
(And all our b*tches, haha, all our riches, yeah)
(Big money and all these b*tches, yeah)
(Thugger, f*ck they talkin' 'bout, n*gga?)
(We them n*ggas, we them boys, blatt)
(Beezo, what's brackin'? One thousand)
(Worldwide with it, overseas, n*gga)
(Red Light District, bright lights)