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