body count (feat. Amaarae, DETO BLACK & Gigi Atlantis)

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