Digits

I'm making digits
Hundreds on my chest
I'm real with it
Whipping up Toyota
Hittin all these damn midgets
Can you feel it
808's are hitting
Man this shit is spinning
Broke ass bitches hatin
Cause they know I'm winning
Bb on the belt
Shows keep going on
Imma get that done
Put my money on the phone
10 toes down
Yo bitch right on my door
Fuck you talking bout
Got mo spice than Chinese home

Digits, digits, digits
Digits, digits, digits
Digits, digits, digits
Digits, digits, digits
Digits, digits, digits

I'm making money
And I'm bout to spend it bitch
Got mo money than your
Father and yo mother bitch
I've been really flossing round the town
I'm killing it
Bitches on my dick they really fucking
Feeling it

Why you talking bout me
Why you talking bout me
Why you
Bitches on my left
Bitches on my right
I told you
Two damn phones
One for plug
One for life bitch
They be following my ass
Like a side kick
Selling things on Amazon
You really think you tight bitch
But when I pull up to face
You sitting on yo ass cheeks

I'm making digits now
Only physically
Don't ever speak to me
Even vividly

I'm making digits
Hundreds on my chest
I'm Real with it
Whipping up Toyota
Hitting all these damn midgets
Can you feel it
808's are hitting
Man this shit is spinning
Broke ass bitches hating
Cause they know I'm winning
Bb on the belt
Shows keep going on
Imma get that done
Put my money on the phone



Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Markov
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