Released: March 9, 2018
Songwriter: Pi’erre Bourne Lil Yachty
Producer: Pi’erre Bourne
[Verse: Lil Yachty & Jamie Foxx]
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Bangin' out the motherfuckin' back door
Yeah, you sippin' but you not sippin' Act' though (Facts)
Double Cs on my feet, gangbangin' Bs (Gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Viet-nese (Ha)
Crew of bitches poppin' Percs, Es and triple Cs (Pop)
Off top, give me top 'cause you just a sleaze (Slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, "Nigga, please" (Hah)
Touch my riches, you'll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (Doot-doot-doot, grrt)
I've been flexin' for a while now (Whoo, whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got twelve left like a dial now (Pew-pew-pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don't dial, nah (Grrt)
Yeah, rap niggas tryna steal my style (Ha, huh)
Stackin' shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker
Poker face, Code Lyoko (Lil Boat)
These niggas po-po
Benz sit on twenty-four-fours (Skrrt)
That shit go skrr-skrrt
She eat nut like a burger
She said it's sweet (Ha)
She said it's sweet just like nectar (Yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector (Brrt)
Huh, ayy, these niggas got me hot (Whoa)
Dumb bitch, don't you ever dare pop up at my spot (No)
Talkin' 'bout you mad
That's some shots at your dad
I ain't here to conversate if it ain't 'bout a dollar (Cha-ching)
Number (N)ine on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (Gang)
I done gave so much knowledge I done turned to a father (Goddamn)
And my brother from the South on the run, he's a robber (Yeah)
Kickin' doors, bangin' hoes, had to stay ten-toes (Whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin' on ten hoes (Whoo)
Ayy, fuck with me (Yeah)
I'm rich as hell, your bitch love on me (Gang)
You don't have to like me, just don't talk, just don't fuck with me (Fuck it)
Ayy, uh, had to get it out the Civic (Yeah)
Is there smoke, pussy boy? Please be specific (For real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account, numbers look terrific (Ha)
[Chorus]
And yeah (Gang)
You can count me in (Mhm, yeah)
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in (Mhm, okay)
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (Mhm)
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (Skrrt, hah)
Yeah (Mhm, gang)
You can count me in (Mhm)
And yeah, you can count me in (Mhm, yeah)
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in (Mhm, okay)
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (Yeah)
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (Skrrt-skrrt)
Yeah (Gang)
You can count me in (Whoo)
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Bangin' out the motherfuckin' back door
Yeah, you sippin' but you not sippin' Act' though (Facts)
Double Cs on my feet, gangbangin' Bs (Gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Viet-nese (Ha)
Crew of bitches poppin' Percs, Es and triple Cs (Pop)
Off top, give me top 'cause you just a sleaze (Slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, "Nigga, please" (Hah)
Touch my riches, you'll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (Doot-doot-doot, grrt)
I've been flexin' for a while now (Whoo, whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got twelve left like a dial now (Pew-pew-pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don't dial, nah (Grrt)
Yeah, rap niggas tryna steal my style (Ha, huh)
Stackin' shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker
Poker face, Code Lyoko (Lil Boat)
These niggas po-po
Benz sit on twenty-four-fours (Skrrt)
That shit go skrr-skrrt
She eat nut like a burger
She said it's sweet (Ha)
She said it's sweet just like nectar (Yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector (Brrt)
Huh, ayy, these niggas got me hot (Whoa)
Dumb bitch, don't you ever dare pop up at my spot (No)
Talkin' 'bout you mad
That's some shots at your dad
I ain't here to conversate if it ain't 'bout a dollar (Cha-ching)
Number (N)ine on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (Gang)
I done gave so much knowledge I done turned to a father (Goddamn)
And my brother from the South on the run, he's a robber (Yeah)
Kickin' doors, bangin' hoes, had to stay ten-toes (Whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin' on ten hoes (Whoo)
Ayy, fuck with me (Yeah)
I'm rich as hell, your bitch love on me (Gang)
You don't have to like me, just don't talk, just don't fuck with me (Fuck it)
Ayy, uh, had to get it out the Civic (Yeah)
Is there smoke, pussy boy? Please be specific (For real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account, numbers look terrific (Ha)
[Chorus]
And yeah (Gang)
You can count me in (Mhm, yeah)
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in (Mhm, okay)
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (Mhm)
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (Skrrt, hah)
Yeah (Mhm, gang)
You can count me in (Mhm)
And yeah, you can count me in (Mhm, yeah)
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in (Mhm, okay)
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (Yeah)
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (Skrrt-skrrt)
Yeah (Gang)
You can count me in (Whoo)