"Count Up That Loot" lyrics

Yuh, sound like some AZ shit
What

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 repping my roots
Look, blood, sweat, and tears, just squeezing my fruits

Look, top of my game, and what's up with you
Look, pop at you lames 'cause I'm sucker-proof
Look, don't play no games, boy, I'm buster-proof
Can't fuck with me, I don't fuck with you
You a fucking fraud, I'm the fucking truth
I went solo on that ass, I think I'm fucking Snoop
Solo in this game, I'm like, "Fuck the group"
Solo in my SL Benz like, "fuck the roof"
That's fucking true, that's fucking who?
Nip motherfucker, looking like a hustler do
I built this label up just like Russell do
Gimme 10 years, they gon' be like, "Russell who?"
Never trust them fools, get a fucking clue
I skip them meetings, tell them fags, "Watch my fucking moves"
I'm Birdman in blue Chucks, watch my fucking 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 fucking murder
This beat ain't even mixed, but it's fucking perfect
They paid a hundred for my tape and it was fucking 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, count up that loot, count up that loot
Look, black on black Benz, young nigga, salute
Look, gold Cuban Links, just repping my roots
Look, blood, sweat, and tears, just squeezing my fruits

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 rolling, no rehearsals, nigga
Plus scared money never made a fucking 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 & Baileys, 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, playing 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

Look, count up that loot, count up that loot
Look, black on black Benz, young nigga, salute
Look, gold Cuban Links, just repping my roots
Look, blood, sweat, and tears, just squeezing my fruits

Look, count up that loot, count up that loot
Look, black on black Benz, young nigga, salute
Look, gold Cuban Links, just repping my roots
Look, blood, sweat, and tears, just squeezing my fruits