Digits

Huncho G, Mr. Prada, Mr. P

I made some G's in a day stacked it up and just forgot about it

You remember, I ain't forget when you forgot about me
Uh-huh, you a hoe, you can't come back, you got a bad taste
Uh-huh, my niggas still pouring lines, he need a line a day
Uh-huh, money good, good money, dirty water like Louie Ray

So rich at the restaurant, they cookin' steak in front of me
Wake up with this cake up in my face like it's my birthday
Thinkin' damn, I done made it this far, now I can't give up
Cause I used to be wakin' up broke, you see how I changed around

Uh-huh, I don't even want you lil' bitch, she changin' up when the whole gang around
Uh-huh, I ain't never need her, I ain't never need her
Better plead the fifth, like youn know the answer
I took my time with it, been on my grind with it
In a fat body fin, runnin' around with it

Uh-huh, you a fishbowl, we lookin', tryna see who in it
If you can get me on the phone, you better be talkin' digits
When I got money, I act broke, cause I don't like the spend it

But don't get that shit twisted or I'll drop a whole bag right now, at this very moment
Come back and give her my all, cause she held it down
Uh-huh

Man, these niggas ain't spittin' for real. I let them get a pass, I'm on they ass, I know you'll pay for lil'

Boy, they makin' money, they makin' skews, these niggas just makin' reals
I be makin' moves, makin' movies, not just a feature film
My life a movie call tubi tell them, let's get it in
Don't go forget they cousins or they twins, I hope they best friends

Turn your baby up, put your maybes up, you know I'm for sure for real
Keep the yacht by me, don't plot on me, my pockets hold dead men
High like Redman, my whole rich life's dead men
I ain't gon' lie, I'm concerned, I ain't gon' lie, this a blessing

Remain the G before I ever love her like a lethal weapon
Remain or keep it real like I did before I ever had shit
Samuel

Uh-huh
It's my first day, first day back in the trap and I been gettin' to it
I want both of them that look like you, I think they twins
We just worried about gettin' money, that's my twin in there
You a dry sipper, I sent a pack ice in all my cups

Chain on top of chain and they all V-Cups
Mmm, they all V-Cups
Chain on top of chain and they all V-Cups
Mmm, chain on top of chain and they all V-Cups

Chain on top of chain and they all V-Cups



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Writer(s): Dakari Thompson
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