[Chorus: 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
[Verse 1; Amaarae and Odunsi(The Engine)]
Fuck it up, eh fuck it up! eh eh
Fuck it up, eh fuck it up! eh eh
Fuck it up, eh fuck it up! eh eh
Fuck it up, eh fuck it up! eh eh
Fuck it, fuck it up!
Shawty and if u a bad bitch
Run it up woah woah
Run it, run it up! (run da money)
Run it up! run it Fuck it up!
Runnin in the club
Get it hyphy
Young rich n**** with the blade and the chains call me wifey That's not my man, that's my migo
Talk big money, yea 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 gotta 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
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
[Verse 1; Amaarae and Odunsi(The Engine)]
Fuck it up, eh fuck it up! eh eh
Fuck it up, eh fuck it up! eh eh
Fuck it up, eh fuck it up! eh eh
Fuck it up, eh fuck it up! eh eh
Fuck it, fuck it up!
Shawty and if u a bad bitch
Run it up woah woah
Run it, run it up! (run da money)
Run it up! run it Fuck it up!
Runnin in the club
Get it hyphy
Young rich n**** with the blade and the chains call me wifey That's not my man, that's my migo
Talk big money, yea 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 gotta pop a quarter mil for the next trip
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