In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Count it up, count it up, count it up
I get more, more, more
Super
They jacking, they got me bad
Ayo, count up
Money bring power, ask your hoe, hoe, hoe
Yeah (Zaytoven) skrrt, skrrt
Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough
Lift the AK up, swinging dough, dough dough
36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (remix)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, I get more, more, more (count up)
Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow (skrrt, skrrt)
Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go
I need a M, an M for a show, show, show
Summer lit now, damn, we want dough, dough, dough (Freebandz)
I gotchu, I got blue, fifty racks, we used to swing the dough (yeah)
Six trap houses in a row, I'm shooting dice, bank ten or four (trap)
Future get a mil' a show, that's why my fucking prices low (yeah)
220 on the dash, nigga, you know how fast the Aston go (skrrt)
Road running, twenty years, you know I got the package though (finesse)
1, 2 or 3, I got that dope boy magic bowl
Most you niggas gon' fall, all my niggas on go
Super good in the streets, name a place I can't go (street)
Real talk nigga, I've been street before Bankroll (yeah)
I can still touch a mill' cash when the bank close
Quarter mill' every month, that's just for my payroll
Lost a hundred racks a day ago, and got it back today though
No days off, we be chasing them M's (work)
Young Scooter got them trees, I ain't talking 'bout timbs (fo' sure)
I got bullshit work but still I jump out the gym (remix)
Treat the trap like Nipsey Hussle, you know our money in (count up)
Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough
Lift the AK up, swinging dough, dough dough
36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (remix)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, I get more, more, more (count up)
Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow (skrrt, skrrt)
Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go
I need a M, an M for a show, show, show
Summer lit now, damn, we want dough, dough, dough (Freebandz)
Pot, blow
Trap, pour
Cuban link, Castro
Count it fast, turbo (brr)
Big bags, coco
One thousand grams in a kilo
They jacking, they got me back, beast mode (2)
I'm taxing, I hit the back and reload (reload)
The coupe, it went to space, ten fold (chuu)
Treat me like Bin Laden
Pulled up and I'm going to Saturn (gone)
I made her fuck my Patek (Patek)
I turned her into a baddy (baddy)
Put eight new whips in traffic (woo)
My watch come out the casket
Our love is everlasting (yeah)
Money wrapped up in plastic
365 ducking po-po-pos
Truck loads coming to your door, door, door
24 hours like a store, store, store (Freebandz)
Money bring power, ask your hoe, hoe, hoe
Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough
Lift the AK up, swinging dough, dough dough
36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (remix)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, I get more, more, more (count up)
Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow (skrrt, skrrt)
Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go
I need a M, an M for a show, show, show
Summer lit now, damn, we want dough, dough, dough (Freebandz)
I get more, more, more
Super
They jacking, they got me bad
Ayo, count up
Money bring power, ask your hoe, hoe, hoe
Yeah (Zaytoven) skrrt, skrrt
Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough
Lift the AK up, swinging dough, dough dough
36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (remix)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, I get more, more, more (count up)
Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow (skrrt, skrrt)
Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go
I need a M, an M for a show, show, show
Summer lit now, damn, we want dough, dough, dough (Freebandz)
I gotchu, I got blue, fifty racks, we used to swing the dough (yeah)
Six trap houses in a row, I'm shooting dice, bank ten or four (trap)
Future get a mil' a show, that's why my fucking prices low (yeah)
220 on the dash, nigga, you know how fast the Aston go (skrrt)
Road running, twenty years, you know I got the package though (finesse)
1, 2 or 3, I got that dope boy magic bowl
Most you niggas gon' fall, all my niggas on go
Super good in the streets, name a place I can't go (street)
Real talk nigga, I've been street before Bankroll (yeah)
I can still touch a mill' cash when the bank close
Quarter mill' every month, that's just for my payroll
Lost a hundred racks a day ago, and got it back today though
No days off, we be chasing them M's (work)
Young Scooter got them trees, I ain't talking 'bout timbs (fo' sure)
I got bullshit work but still I jump out the gym (remix)
Treat the trap like Nipsey Hussle, you know our money in (count up)
Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough
Lift the AK up, swinging dough, dough dough
36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (remix)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, I get more, more, more (count up)
Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow (skrrt, skrrt)
Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go
I need a M, an M for a show, show, show
Summer lit now, damn, we want dough, dough, dough (Freebandz)
Pot, blow
Trap, pour
Cuban link, Castro
Count it fast, turbo (brr)
Big bags, coco
One thousand grams in a kilo
They jacking, they got me back, beast mode (2)
I'm taxing, I hit the back and reload (reload)
The coupe, it went to space, ten fold (chuu)
Treat me like Bin Laden
Pulled up and I'm going to Saturn (gone)
I made her fuck my Patek (Patek)
I turned her into a baddy (baddy)
Put eight new whips in traffic (woo)
My watch come out the casket
Our love is everlasting (yeah)
Money wrapped up in plastic
365 ducking po-po-pos
Truck loads coming to your door, door, door
24 hours like a store, store, store (Freebandz)
Money bring power, ask your hoe, hoe, hoe
Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough
Lift the AK up, swinging dough, dough dough
36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (remix)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, I get more, more, more (count up)
Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow (skrrt, skrrt)
Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go
I need a M, an M for a show, show, show
Summer lit now, damn, we want dough, dough, dough (Freebandz)
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
DOH DOH Lyrics as written by Nayvadius Wilburn Kenneth Edward Bailey
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