Count up That Loot

Count up that loot, count up that loot, nigga Count up that loot, that's just what I do Count up that loot, nigga (what) Count up that loot, count up that loot (Look) Count up that loot, count up that loot (Look) Black on black Benz, young nigga salute (Look) Gold cuban links, just reppin' my roots (Look) Blood sweat and tears, [?] (Look) Top of my game, and what's up with' you (Look) Pop at you lames cause I'm sucka proof (Look) Don't play no games boy I'm busta proof Can't fuck with' me, I don't fuck with' you You a fuckin' fraud, I'm the fuckin' truth I went solo on that ass, I think I'm fuckin' Snoop Solo in this game, I'm like 'fuck the group' Solo in my SL Benz like 'fuck the roof' That's fuckin' true, that's fuckin' who Nip muthafucka, lookin' like a hustla do Built this label up just like Russell do Just gimme 10 years, they gone be like, "Russell who?" Never trust them fools, get a fuckin' clue I skip them meetings, tell them fags watch my fuckin' moves I'm Birdman in blue chucks, watch my fuckin' shoes I'm Suge Knight, I'm J. Prince, I'm like fuck the rules I'm Austin Rosen, I'm Jonah Berger This ain't black on black crime, but it's fuckin' murder This beat ain't even mixed, but it's fuckin' perfect They paid a hundred for my tape and it was fuckin' worth it Shout out to Wendy Williams cause she helped it surface Shout out my nigga Jigga cause he made that purchase Shout out my nigga Sway, my nigga B Dot, Whoo Kid Sold out the first day, we had to restock (Look) My nigga Hoggie got shot in his head (Look) I got that call and they said he was dead (Look) I couldn't cry, but it hurt a nigga Mostly because he was too young to find his purpose, nigga This life is short, let's make it worth it, nigga We all so far from perfect, nigga Them cameras rollin' no rehearsals, nigga Plus scared money never made a fuckin' purchase, nigga Look at all this game in my verses, nigga I swore that I would never have to work for niggas I sacrificed like every nigga in my circle, nigga Now world tours every summer like the circus, nigga Barnum & Bailey's, y'all clowns is crazy These diamonds is flawless, that shit is fugazy Just open yo' magazine, see my picture by Jay Z Brand new Mercedes, Los Angeles made me Pull up at the Shell, playin' D'Angelo, "Lady" This industry racist, don't ever mistake it Can't say my name with' niggas who labels enslaved 'em You say my name with' niggas like Malcolm and Jesus