Count It Off (featuring Jay-Z)

Soul sisters, we been going for the okey dokey
The broads think we don't know how to get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Soul sisters, we been going for the okey dokey
The broads think we don't know how to get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down

You best come on, get that ass swung on
When them thangs load on, niggas best hold on
Make sure it's sticky so Ricky ain't droppin' mickeys
My bitches put self to quickies, their skirts gets the itchy
Pimpin' this game quickly, I'm brody and niggas quippy
For cats that talk iffy, get swung on like K Griffey
They spit willy, though half of these bitches feel me
The other half is trash 'cause words could never kill me
I got the sickest, ridiculous how I switch shit
Look who I'm with, 2-1-5 and Timbaland, bitch
Whether it's friend or foe, Heinekens, Verdy, Cris' or Mo'
I'm stackin' decimals, stoop steps and best of views
I write mine, like mine, now I gotta spark
All bite, no bark, play my damn part
I get inside you, show you how Philly bitches do
Pimp you then I get rid of you, I'll shit on your whole crew

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off

I know it's rare, but niggas, they feel me everywhere
I'm from the land of white tees, Dickies and Rocawear
And wiseguys, fitted caps, doo rags
Pop it in, turn it up, bang my shit in they Jags
I got them niggas in L.A. crip-walkin' in they Chucks
Atlanta, down South 'Bamas, you know they get it crunk
Now I'ma float on, roll me somethin' to smoke on
You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on
Rap game, regardless, I stack change
The same effect as the 'caine, it's Jay's, the motherf-in'-a
I got it L-O-C-K'd down the freeway
BK back up to Philly, won't stop 'til they kill me
I get it done, rep chicks see me and run
Only mixin' Coke with the rum, ain't scared, niggas be bums
You wanna see me beat, fuck up your hooptie
Suburbans, Benzes or two-seats, major numbers the first week

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off

Yeah, it's young Vito, voice of the young people
Roc CEO, hot piss for the P.O
I'm so trill, on wood panel and handlin' mills
Twenty-inch jumpers from standin' on my wheels
They can't understand it, goddammit, he's ill
Every time I drop, gotta prescribe 'em with panic pills
I'm gigantic, the Titanic, but never sinkin'
With the band playin', before that happen, that man sprayin'
AR-15, Glocks and TECs
AKs'll pop, I'll bring you all out the closet, girls
Niggas is homos, really, but when they smokin' on coco
They get loco, but you know I know the drilly
It's for these positions, it's why I keep the biscuits
You ain't Tony Soprano, you pussy, sleep with the fishes
You know I'm reppin' from that 7-1
Eight shots to your effin' son, class over, lesson's done, oh

Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off
Hey you, blow your whistle
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off

Soul sisters, we been going for the okey dokey
The broads think we don't know how to get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down
Soul sisters, we been going for the okey dokey
The broads think we don't know how to get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down