Body Count

[Intro: Rick Ross] Make sure you know what you're dealing with now [Hook:Rick Ross] What's your body count nigga I'm double digits What you talkin bout nigga It's time to get it Bad bitches 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 bitch, it's like a gun store in my house Whole bird on my desk, bag it up by ounce The feds watchin this bitch, oh lord it's three strikes and I'm out I'm gone What's your body count nigga? 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 niggas liftin weight but we dont exercise Ha! [Hook: Rick ross] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Murder after murder, nigga 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 Fuckin 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 killa shit now what's your body count The shotty round will make your motherfuckin 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]