Math (feat. Loon Chapo & Profit)

All this time
I can't find
All these dimes
Hit it from the back rewind
She be gettin high geek geeked damn
How I even meet this little freak damn
Why it ain't no love in the streets man
I ain't running from no beef man
I'm looking it's nothing to find
But I don't need love all the time
I been trying to stack up and grind
But she need love all the time
And she's asking me is that a crime
I thought about it said no
But I'm thinking you should let it go
We gone have to keep it on the low
I know it's hard keep it under control
Woah woah
New car drive it fast as it go
Push start move the pack on the road
Me and my niggas stuck to the code
Woah woah
I was chose I feel like I'm the goat
Got this money gotta clean it with soap
All these blue hundreds never seen it before
I went to sleep broke and woke up Dior
When you work hard it come with a reward
Strapped up my boots and we going to war
If he play with us we open the score
I get all of mine and I'm coming for more
Ain't no love in the streets ain't no love for these whores
The police is killing and kicking in doors
I gotta stay strapped nigga's got no remorse
But you keep calling me
Wondering where I've been
Thought I had love for you
Never do that again
Nigga's don't hang with us
Cause we be taxing them
Soon as we waking up
Wanna do math again

We getting money yeah hate it or not
He went to sleep so we taking his spot
Can't go to the trap they making hot
Can't lay wit a bitch
Ain't wifing a thot
When you get money they hate it a lot
Don't give a fuck if you make it or not
I'm from a place where you play you get shot
They want me to lay they want me to rot
We getting money yeah hate it or not
He went to sleep so we taking his spot
Can't go to the trap they making hot
Can't lay wit a bitch
Ain't wifing a thot
When you get money they hate it a lot
Don't give a fuck if you make it or not
I'm from a place where you play you get shot
They want me to lay they want me to rot

Yea they want me to lay
Ain't no chip on my shoulder
You ain't dripping like this
Don't get caught in a puddle
Yeah I'm calling a blitz
Don't get caught in a huddle
I'll break a bitch off
Take her straight off the puzzle
When you start to get money
Nigga's show they true colors
Ain't my brother lil nigga
Heard you under cover
Pour that L down a funnel
Just a lil nigga out there on the corner
At a 5-star with a bitch gettin blunted
Bounce back so quick they ain't see this shit coming
QP on the kicks
Make a bitch start running
1k on the fit
Swear a nigga keep thumbing
Silencer with a grip
Let this bitch start humming
Laying pipe on ya bitch
She just called for the plumber
I'll kick this bitch off
On the 4th I'm the punter
Left off with the torch
Now a nigga start jumpin
You just calling for the source
You ain't really tryna come up
Hustling all night
Moving P's til the sun up
Cameras on the roof
Case a nigga wanna run up
Trappin out the stu
Bluetooth bumpin Gunna
Feeling like a stunna out in Vegas on the water
Show these lil niggas how to keep it 500
I can make a bitch come and drop it for a dollar
I'm a boss nigga I do what I wanna
I might fuck once but I probably won't call her

We getting money yeah hate it or not
He went to sleep so we taking his spot
Can't go to the trap they making hot
Can't lay wit a bitch
Ain't wifing a thot
When you get money they hate it a lot
Don't give a fuck if you make it or not
I'm from a place where you play you get shot
They want me to lay they want me to rot