[Intro: Rick Ross]
Make sure you know what you're dealing with now
[Hook:Rick Ross]
What's your body count n***a
I'm double digits
What you talkin bout n***a
It's time to get it
Bad b**hes in the house
They all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin x2
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I got some bad hoes in my crib, coup' stones in my couch
Scarface in this b**h, it's like a gun store in my house
Whole bird on my desk, bag it up by ounce
The feds watchin this b**h, oh lord it's three strikes and I'm out
I'm gone
What's your body count n***a? I'm double digits
Thirty birds I'm thinkin' we gon need another kitchen
I used to pack my little work out my mother dishes
Now I'm the one to get the word to get a couple pigeons
Then we cook em up, and let em dry
We break it down, and let em fly
Send em to the hood, and tell em bye
All my n***as liftin weight but we dont exercise
Ha!
[Hook: Rick ross]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Murder after murder, n***a you ain't heard
Cause when it come to beef I'm puttin bread all on my burger
Man them shooters be so hungry
Bodies on they burner
I could send em to your crib
Spot you ain't come for em
They gon tear you out the frame
f**in rip your picture
Send a message to your homie just to make him get the picture
And if they tellin on me
I could make em hit the witness
They been off em like a summons
Dawg dont make me give em business
Talkin all that k**a sh** now what's your body count
The shotty round will make your motherf**in body bounce
We on the graveyard shift where all the bodies found
...on twenty-threes
Them make the ride it bounce
Ah
[Hook: Rick Ross]