[Intro]
Damn DJ Plugg, you just killed this

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I get the guap, uhm, yeah
Stack up the knot, uh, yeah
Count it a lot, um, yeah
Count it a lot, um, yeah
Boy you better stop, um, yeah
You ain't got nada, um, yeah
Mixin' the Prada, um, yeah
Balenciaga, um, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah
I put that on my soul that I fucked his bitch twice
That boy gone lose his soul if he try touch my ice
Flood my pointers in rose gold, man, yo' mama said it look nice
Money all on my left, diamonds all on my right
Man these n***as all bite, they so broke, it's alright
You like him, that's your type? I know your crib got mice
Get the money, bitch, I might
Bitch I'm higher than a kite (Kite)
Yеah, I'm shinin' like a light (Light)
You get money, that's a liе
Ooh, lift off, uh, yeah, lift off, uh
I'm so high, throw my clothes on like I'm crisscrossed, uh
Boy, yo' Rollie fake, take your wrist off (Take it off)
Bitch I fucked your sister, and I am not a tricker (No way)
That lil' bitch right there a ho, so my finger can't get her
Basically what I'm sayin', that Lil Uzi gon' fist her (Oh my God)
I can't get my drip up, she tryna get that grip up (Damn)
I might just go buy a jet, cause I don't like the airport (Ooh)
Gucci on my slippers, Balmain on my zippers (Damn)
Fuck that girl right from the back she feel it in her hip first (Uh-huh)
That bitch call me mister, 'cause my guap got bigger (Yeah)
I might pull the trigger, don't play with me n***a (Right)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I get the guap, um, yeah
Stack up the knot, um, yeah
Count it a lot, um, yeah
Count it a lot, um, yeah (Huh)
Boy you better stop, uh, yeah
You ain't got nada, uh, yeah
Mixin' the Prada, uh, yeah
Balenciaga, uh, yeah
Who get the gaup, um, yeah
I get the gaup, um, yeah (Lil Uzi)
Count it a lot, um, yeah
Count it a lot, uh, yeah
Count it a lot, uh, yeah
Count it a lot, uh, yeah
Count it a lot, uh, yeah
Count it a lot, uh, yeah

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Can you give me top, don't say you don't-don't lie, yeah
I come up out the drop, with that Glock let off some shot, yeah
Tribulations and some trials, Say I do, I'm not
I'm high up in the clouds, I ain't coming down, yeah
All black take her toolie, off the brain n***a know I ain't wrote it
Hop in the Jag drive it like its stolen
I'ma tell her, yeah you know I can't hold her
These bitches wanna fuck on a n***a and suck on a n***a, I hit her, pass her to my homie
Brand new money, lil' n***a, lot of blue face figures, everything I got I own it
And Hi-Tech I pour a four
Strapped up with that pole
No I'm not loving these bitches, or trustin' these n***as
I'm kickin' shit on my own
Told that ho pull up, come over, now she don't wanna go home
I get that money [?], big C bout' my n***a, I ran it up on my own
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I get the guap, uhm, yeah (I get the guap)
Stack up the knot, uh, yeah (Stack up the knot)
Count it a lot, uh, yeah (Count it a lot)
Count it a lot, uh, yeah (Count it a lot)
Boy you better stop, uh, yeah (Boy, better stop)
You ain't got nada, uh, yeah (You ain't got nada)
Mixin' the Prada, uh, yeah (Mixin' the Prada)
Balenciaga, uh, yeah (Oh)
Who get the gaup, uh, yeah (Who get the guap)
I get the gaup, uh, yeah (I get the guap)
Count it a lot, uh, yeah (Count it a lot)
Count it a lot, uh, yeah (Let's count up, let's count up)
Count it a lot, uh, yeah (Count it a lot)
Count it a lot, uh, yeah (I count up, I count up)
Count it a lot, uh, yeah (Count it a lot)
Count it a lot, uh, yeah (Oh)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Damn DJ Plugg, you just killed this
I get the guap, uhm, yeah
Stack up the knot, uh, yeah
Count it a lot, um, yeah
Count it a lot, um, yeah
Boy you better stop, um, yeah
You ain't got nada, um, yeah
Mixin' the Prada, um, yeah
Balenciaga, um, yeah