Letras
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, ay
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Shawty and if you a bad bitch
Run it up (woah-woah)
Run it, run it up (woah-woah)
(Run the money)
Run it up, run it (woah-woah)
Run it (woah-woah)
Fuck it up
Run it the club gettin' hyphy (uh)
Young rich nigga with the blade and the chains call me wifey
That's not my man, that's my 'migo
Talk big money, yeah he got a big ego
Big dick for me, then he fighting off the R.I.C.O
Quarter mil' in court cases
Flew off to the fort, bored, betting on the races
Different hustle, different places
We got hoes in different area codes
Balmains fat looking like the big girbauds with the cash in 'em
Had to back-back call, black hack (brr)
We on the jet (brr)
Rich sex (brr) when my nextel chirp
Where the checks bitch? (Ay)
Enough of this, now we on to the next shit
Now I got to pop a quarter mil' for the next trip
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Don't worry 'bout yo' body count, let your body bounce
Yeah
Fuck a body count, I let my body bounce
I ain't tryna fuck no nigga on the couch
I ain't tryna fuck no nigga on the ounce
Better throw it back sis, got to let this body count
I know you saw me looking cute on the 'Gram
Don't step if you ain't got a plan
Don't step if you ain't got a Lamb'
Don't step to me just because you see me with your man
And tell those aunties I'm a bad bitch
Don't catch feelings, boy you know say I be savage
(Yeah)
And it must be
Your nigga on my line saying, "Trust me"
'Cause I put it down
Spin it round
Touch the ground
Take the crown
Fuck it up a thousand times
Gotta keep it on the low though
Raw dinner, eat this pussy real slow hoe
Mm, yeah you know that I like that
Beat it up and fight back
Now you can catch this flight back
Got no time for chit chat
Tryna get the big stack
Triple double big Mac
Gotta feed the big cat
Saggitaire so you know that I'm a freak
Got a man but I'ma let you have a peek
It's a meal boy, I know you're used to treats
Seen enough, he wanna kick it every week