[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 n***a
I don't know what to do with it
So many packs on n***a
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 n***as 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 n***a
I don't know what to do with it
So many packs on n***a
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
N***as do anything for attention
I consider them n***as bitches
Hope no rap guy don't diss me
I'ma make your mama cry, she gon' miss you
I'm a real street n***a, 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 n***a
I don't know what to do with it
So many packs on n***a
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 n***a
I don't know what to do with it
So many packs on n***a
Swearin' sometimes I get paranoid
Lifestyle that you can't afford
Since a jit, I always wanted more