Digits

I just copped the work and had to flip it
I just copped a new whip just to spin it
I just stacked my money up like midgets
I just iced out all my pendants
Cause i'm gettin' to the digits (to the digits)
You niggas ain't with it
I popped 'em like a tire
Spint' his block just like a fidget
I had to pop back out and show these niggas how to get it
Gettin' to that work you know i'm running up them digits
(Money stacked like midgets)

Just cashed out at Dior
These niggas don't want smoke
These niggas don't want war
Caught 'em at the mall, runnin' up a check
Ran up the score
My drip will wash em out
And lеave 'em on the shorе
Swipe for debit, these niggas get no credit
He slippin', then i'm slidin'
Crop 'em out just like an edit
These niggas pussy poppin'
Fuck the beef, I had to dead it
The ground is where he headed
I had to send a message
(Swipe for debit, these niggas get no credit
He slippin', then i'm slidin'
Crop 'em out just like an edit
These niggas pussy poppin'
Fuck the beef, I had to dead it
The ground is where he headed
I had to send a message)

I just copped the work and had to flip it
I just copped a new whip just to spin it
I just stacked my money up like midgets
I just iced out all my pendants
Cause i'm gettin' to the digits (to the digits)
You niggas ain't with it
I popped 'em like a tire
Spint' his block just like a fidget
I had to pop back out and show these niggas how to get it
Gettin' to that work you know i'm running up them digits

I'm fly like a stewardess, Pilot
I like how she ride it
I might dump some shells up in a nigga if he try it
If I want yo' life then all I got to do is buy it
If he dissin', spend them digits
Then that nigga dyin', Forreal
I might hit yo block and do a drill
Niggas actin' hard
But they ain't bout that life forreal
I might pop 'em like a pill
Make 'em run no track & field
We gone flip the car
You gone think Jesus took the wheel
(Forreal
I might hit yo block and do a drill
Niggas actin' hard
But they ain't bout that life forreal
I might pop 'em like a pill
Make 'em run no track & field
We gone flip the car
You gone think Jesus took the wheel)

I just copped the work and had to flip it
I just copped a new whip just to spin it
I just stacked my money up like midgets
I just iced out all my pendants
Cause i'm gettin' to the digits (to the digits)
You niggas ain't with it
I popped 'em like a tire
Spint' his block just like a fidget
I had to pop back out and show these niggas how to get it
Gettin' to that work you know i'm running up them digits
(Money stacked like midgets)



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Writer(s): Javoni Butler
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