[Chorus]
What's your body count?
What's your body-
What's your body count?
What's your body-
What's your body count?
What's your body-
What's your body count?

[Verse]
What's your body-
Put him in a body bag, it's a Prada bag
She designer, bitch, and still got the tags
I ain't Gwen tonight, but I hollaback
Give a broke bitch a motherfucking heart attack
Titties so big like a anime
Bet ya boy said he was a fan of me
Fashion bitch with expensive taste Let him kiss me
But it better be below the waist, oww

[Chorus]
What's your body count? What's your body-
What's your body count? What's your body-
What's your body count? What's your body- (Ah, ah) What's your body count? What's your body- (Ah, ah) What's your body count? What's your body-
What's your body count? What's your body-
What's your body count? What's your body- (Ah, ah) What's your body count? What's your body- (Ah, ah) (Ow) What's your body count? What's your body- What's your body count? What's your body-
What's your body count? What's your body- (Ah, ah) What's your body count? What's your body- (Ah, ah)