You love me, you hate me You make me, you break me And I don't know what I do it for I'm somewhere in the middle of you Phones lighting up, grab my favourite shirt and my keys on the counter 'Cause you said you wanna dance Halfway down the drive, must

Please myself by living my life too How I feel about you All I want to do is please you Have absolutely no reflection on Just charge it to my account I hope I haven't gone over my limit With interest rates so swift No need to scream and shout

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky

Stand up and be counted Before we slip away out here Before we slip away, slip away We were kids Don't ever doubt it Even if we're surrounded Don't wanna slip away, slip away Slip away (slip) Lookin' out into nothin'

Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (young and bad) P-P-Pull up in that Wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my neck with so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (count up them racks) Run up a sack

I was sittin' pretty cool country boy Looking big city She was up for some down home back road nitty gritty Hottest girl in the whole county sitting next to me Sittin' pretty She was sittin' pretty close I was getting warmer She was all chery lips

Run up them racks I'm doin' it Run up them racks I'm doin' it, nigga If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you Countin' hunnits, yeah nigga Diamonds froze, chill nigga I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga Young nigga, 17, all

"Ha oh ho, aw, play something country." Crank up the band, play the steel guitar. Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar. Threw back a shot, yelled "I'm a George Strait junkie." "Ha oh ho, play something country." Yes, she blew through the door like

For those about to rock, we salute you We salute you Yeah, yeah, oh We roll tonight To the guitar bite Stand up and be counted For what you are about to receive We are the dealers

Count it up, count it up, count it up (count it) Hit it from the back, pussy mount it up (mount it) Tatted up, tat it up, tat it up (we tatted) Can't none of my niggas get in Canada (nope) Bet it up, bet it up, bet it up (big bettin') Tell 'em it's a go,