Numbers - Radio Edit
Huh mmm oh
The ones and Fives
Can't mix with the hundreds
I got a splinter from thumbing
I been ran it up I ain't new to the money
Flip phone full of junkies we don't see droughts
We keep the packages coming
Box landed who want it Oo you want a hundred
I got you for twenty one hundred
Thirty thou in one's and fives
Shit look like two hundred racks
Eighty four pounds sold for twenty four
More than two hundred stacks
Let us get two hundred for two hundred
Might just buy more than that
Imma play with this hundred
Watch me flip it to like two hundred flat
Whoah whoah
Mmmm No yo prices to low
Aye Country boy
It's 23 for each Of these bows
A hundred fifty in two days
That's a lot of zeros
2 Times a week Got me living
Like I'm shooting free throws
Coach Just put me in the game
Imma walking cheat code
300 Points whoah whoah
That boy up in beast mode
House on the hill with the mountains
Right outside the peep whole
Cuz when these bitches make it back
That's a lot mo zeros
Bitch nigga I talk trap shit
Listen to the numbers you can tell I ain't lying
Three niggas in the city with the iciest pieces
My niggas and one on of em mine
Acm pendent round the neck
That bitch bout at least worth 4 thousand dimes
Not to even bring up the juice piece
But should see how that bitch shine
Huh mmm oh
The ones and Fives
Can't mix with the hundreds
I got a splinter from thumbing
I been ran it up I ain't new to the money
Flip phone full of junkies we don't see droughts
We keep the packages coming
Box landed who want it Oo you want a hundred
I got you for twenty one hundred
Thirty thou in one's and fives
Shit look like two hundred racks
Eighty four pounds sold for twenty four
More than two hundred stacks
Let us get two hundred for two hundred
Might just buy more than that
Imma play with this hundred
Watch me flip it to like two hundred flat
DAMNNNNN mmm oh
I done broke the scale this shit weigh babies
We going crazy
We done weighed up elephants as well
I'm in the air wit it fuck the mail
Vacuum seal twice can't nobody smell
I Got 'em for eight but I sold em for twenty four
Putting up numbers Kobe wit the hair
We was just thumbing right thru it
Putting pressure on the bags
I taught bruh how to do it
Run it up what I influence
We done broke the vacuum seal
The shit had stop gluing
I'm taking the extras and fronting em out
I'm selling them P's out my granny house
I got to Draco in my granny couch
Granny kick me out
She tired of me running in and out
The ones and Fives
Can't mix with the hundreds
I got a splinter from thumbing
I been ran it up I ain't new to the money
Flip phone full of junkies we don't see droughts
We keep the packages coming
Box landed who want it Oo you want a hundred
I got you for twenty one hundred
Thirty thou in one's and fives
Shit look like two hundred racks
Eighty four pounds sold for twenty four
More than two hundred stacks
Let us get two hundred for two hundred
Might just buy more than that
Imma play with this hundred
Watch me flip it to like two hundred flat
Whoah whoah
Mmmm No yo prices to low
Aye Country boy
It's 23 for each Of these bows
A hundred fifty in two days
That's a lot of zeros
2 Times a week Got me living
Like I'm shooting free throws
Coach Just put me in the game
Imma walking cheat code
300 Points whoah whoah
That boy up in beast mode
House on the hill with the mountains
Right outside the peep whole
Cuz when these bitches make it back
That's a lot mo zeros
Bitch nigga I talk trap shit
Listen to the numbers you can tell I ain't lying
Three niggas in the city with the iciest pieces
My niggas and one on of em mine
Acm pendent round the neck
That bitch bout at least worth 4 thousand dimes
Not to even bring up the juice piece
But should see how that bitch shine
Huh mmm oh
The ones and Fives
Can't mix with the hundreds
I got a splinter from thumbing
I been ran it up I ain't new to the money
Flip phone full of junkies we don't see droughts
We keep the packages coming
Box landed who want it Oo you want a hundred
I got you for twenty one hundred
Thirty thou in one's and fives
Shit look like two hundred racks
Eighty four pounds sold for twenty four
More than two hundred stacks
Let us get two hundred for two hundred
Might just buy more than that
Imma play with this hundred
Watch me flip it to like two hundred flat
DAMNNNNN mmm oh
I done broke the scale this shit weigh babies
We going crazy
We done weighed up elephants as well
I'm in the air wit it fuck the mail
Vacuum seal twice can't nobody smell
I Got 'em for eight but I sold em for twenty four
Putting up numbers Kobe wit the hair
We was just thumbing right thru it
Putting pressure on the bags
I taught bruh how to do it
Run it up what I influence
We done broke the vacuum seal
The shit had stop gluing
I'm taking the extras and fronting em out
I'm selling them P's out my granny house
I got to Draco in my granny couch
Granny kick me out
She tired of me running in and out
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Writer(s): Dion Stephenson
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