Digits

Making money in my sliders, I be counting all my digits
Yea, you say that you a rider, I can tell who is the realest
They be creepin' like a spider, get the fuck outta my business
Making money in my sliders, I be counting all my digits

Making money in my sliders, I be counting all my digits
Yea, you say that you a rider, I can tell who is the realest
They be creepin' like a spider, get the fuck outta my business
Making money in my sliders, I be counting all my digits

They sleeping on me but I'm patient,
Run up a check and I get me my payment
They hating on me and it blatant,
It's a new year, man I'll get me my placements
I'm writing these bars like a statement,
I am myself, ain't nobody's replacement!
(I am myself, ain't nobody's replacement!)

I got the ice and, I'm dripping with ease!
My money's blue, so it's throwing up C's!
Try if want to, can't do it like me!
Call me generic, well I found the key!
Life like a dream, so there's no point in sleep!
Chains round my neck, feeling like it's a leash!
Took me some time, now I've unleashed the beast!
Remember "ice cold" now I'm in different league

Bitch, I go to the stu, light it up differently,
I might fly round the world and go get different p
I'm so high, got jet lag,
But I don't smoke the green,
I do this with my bros, know I call that my team
Yea, we making them dance in the rave, got the flees,
They be jumping around like they high with the bees
I be making my money while in quarantine,
Bitch, I do what I want and I say what I please

God blessed me, with a talent, told him, got it patterned
Ain't shooting for stars, man, I'm shooting for Saturn
They ask me "what's happened", been grinding for that balance
They talk shit cuz dem man, they know that they haven't!

Making money in my sliders, I be counting all my digits
Yea, you say that you a rider, I can tell who is the realest
They be creepin' like a spider, get the fuck outta my business
Making money in my sliders, I be counting all my digits

Making money in my sliders, I be counting all my digits
Yea, you say that you a rider, I can tell who is the realest
They be creepin' like a spider, get the fuck outta my business
Making money in my sliders, I be counting all my digits



Credits
Writer(s): Lewis Butlin
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