FYB feat. C-Trillionaire, Jacquees & DC DaVinci - Hood Relatives

Numbers Don't Lie (feat. Jacquees & DC DaVinci)

Mind on da money & da money on my mind
Fyb the gang & I got they back like spine
Came out the jungle gotta know how to survive
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't lie
Smoking on da weed like lalalala
Pockets fully loaded baby why would I lie
Man dese nigga pussy hope they got nine lives
Get rich or die trying everyday I'm on the grind

Get rich or die trying I feel like 50
I'm getting cheese in every state just like a philly
I pray every day in my head I know you hear me
Dey say hoeing the best thang going so I keep it pimping
Numbers don't lie
Trill don't either
When she hungry feed her meat
She a real dick eater
Saw my pops scrape it out da pan but his name ain't Peter
I don't work off in da kitchen but you know I got da season

Mind on da money & da money on my mind
Fyb the gang & I got they back like spine
Came out the jungle gotta know how to survive
Men lie women lie numbers don't lie
Smoking on da weed like lalalala
Pockets fully loaded baby why would I lie
Man dese nigga pussy hope they got nine lives
Get rich or die trying everyday I'm on the grind

I'm on da grind ima get it til it's over
Fuck my bed ima sleep on the sofa
Told my brother let's play smart & stack our dough up
& have this money when we older(Foreal)
I ain't beefing bout a bitch so what's the problem (you can have dat hoe)
LouieV compliment me I need a Sponser (yea)
Rolling tree inside a paper like a rasta (Wahgwan)
All my niggas shottas
Uon want these problems
Been going up for a long long time (a long time)
Still grinding all night all night
We guaranteed to eat you see it in my eyes hoe
It ain't no stopping me see money with a blind fold

Mind on da money & da money on my mind
Fyb the gang & I got they back like spine
Came out the jungle gotta know how to survive
Men lie women lie numbers don't lie
Smoking on da weed like lalalala
Pockets fully loaded baby why would I lie
Man dese nigga pussy hope they got nine lives
Get rich or die trying everyday I'm on the grind

Bitch
Drop them drawls
Aeen tryna conversate
She like
Boy you got hoes
Aeen talking crates
She right
I'm stacking money
I accumulate
My bitches
They eating each other
Thats a dinner date
Bitch I'm on a mission
To the top
I'm going solar
I got all this paper
I thumb through it like a folder
Im a soldier
Knocking down these walls like a boulder
I thought I told you
Pussy I expose you

Mind on da money & da money on my mind
Fyb the gang & I got they back like spine
Came out the jungle gotta know how to survive
Men lie women lie numbers don't lie
Smoking on da weed like lalalala
Pockets fully loaded baby why would I lie
Man dese nigga pussy hope they got nine lives
Get rich or die trying everyday I'm on the grind

Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Jones, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, Durante Dontavious Cosby
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