I'm grindin', I can't even get no rest I'm vibin', I ain't even wanna take my meds Everybody like "what the fuck goin' in your head?" I'm from Broward County, but not the same place as X Yeah, I just fucked my ex bitch on that X Say she miss me and she

And yeah you can count me in Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in Yeah, you can count me in Bangin' out the mothafuckin' back door Yeah, you sippin' but you not

Just enough for two in here Ain't nobody but you and me in here Yeah, what can we do in here? What can we do? What can we do? Baby there's room in here Cause baby there's room in here I want you by lonesome, above this counter space It's easy and

How bout it baby (Let me show you what's up, Show you backwoods crazy) Yeah you make me (wanna take you for a ride And then just maybe) We can sip on the wine Rock and Roll all night Get ya off deep in these Florida pines

I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need You can count on me like one two three You'll

Wanna get it jacked up yeah Let's crank it on up yeah With a little bit of luck I can find me a girl with a truck yeah We can love it on up yeah 'Til the sun comes up yeah And if you think this life I love is a little too country If you like it up loud

Get up, get up, get up on my shoulders. Here, take my cuzzi so your can stays colder. Be my country song sing-along beer holder. Hurry up baby, 'fore this song's over. Get up, get up, get up on my shoulders Baby, all week, yeah, you and me Have been