Текст песни Numbers - Mo3

Numbers - Mo3
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Язык песни: Английский

Numbers

Came a long way from nothin'
I mean a long, long, long way
Now we up nigga
Got a bag on you niggas, for real
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (oh yeah)
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (woo)
I was broke out of luck (I was)
Ran it up, got it up (up)
I used to sleep on the floor (the floor)
Now them hoes wanna fuck (gang)
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa)
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (yee)
I like a bitch big butt (I do)
Big old booty, she a slut (freak)
Bitch ain’t no drank in my cup (woo)
I’m the man, nigga what?
baby with the Levis on, eatin' top cat (I was)
These old rap niggas hatin', y’all need to stop that (y'all need to stop that
shit)
In that AMG-550 strapped with that glocky (I'm strapped)
I’m in a 9−11, feet cocked up with that top back (yeah yeah)
I used to wait one twenty-five in timber lies (on a deal, yeah)
Now the scale say two-oh-five and the whip I drive it’ll kill you (skkrt)
Twenty-five thousand dollars worth of jewelry on me, feelin' like Thriller
I used to stand outside for the bus, now I drive the Porsche like a four
wheeler (skrrt)
Sold all the pounds (the pounds)
We sold all the grams (I sold all them grams)
I was a project appointment baby
Now bitch I’m the man (it's time to group)
I stood in the spot, I had nowhere to go, used to sleep out a fan (slurp out a
fan)
On God I was broke, I was lookin' for hope, you do not understand (no)
But I ran it up to go get them
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (yeah)
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (yee)
I was broke out of luck (I was)
Ran it up, got it up (the check)
I used to sleep on the floor (the floor)
Now them hoes wanna fuck (woo)
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa)
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (yee)
I like a bitch big butt (I do)
Big old booty, she a slut (freak)
Bitch ain’t no drank in my cup (woo)
I’m the man, nigga what?
I used to sleep on the floor (I did)
Now it’s twenty for a show (big money)
I used to pull kick doors (I did)
Now it’s foreign doors when I close, yeah (skrrt skrrt)
I used to trap out apartments (I did)
I was so broke, I was robbin' (I was fucked up)
I was so broke, I was starvin' (I was starvin')
Now they label me a target (real talk)
Money coming in so fast (what?)
These niggas think I ain’t count mine (deal it)
If I catch a nigga stealing one time (what you gon' do?)
Off with his head, flat line (blaow)
I don’t give a fuck about 'em, y’all read about 'em
I don’t care 'bout no strife nigga (I don’t care 'bout his ass)
You would probably think a nigga was hurtin' (what?)
Way I’m covered in ice nigga (hey, hey)
Instagram, get your bitch out my likes nigga (get your ho)
'Fore I send her a flight nigga ('fore I fly her out)
Walk in Neimans, we don’t care 'bout the price nigga (ugh ugh)
Get that back in one night nigga (ugh, whatever)
Hunchos, fifties (fifties)
Twenties, I don’t got no tens in (I don’t got that)
I ran it up, ran it up, ran it up (ugh ugh ugh)
Had to get right, Lorenz in (hey)
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (yeah)
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (yee)
I was broke out of luck (I was)
Ran it up, got it up (the check)
I used to sleep on the floor (the floor)
Now them hoes wanna fuck (woo)
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa)
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
Twenties (twenties), tens (yee)
I like a bitch big butt (I do)
Big old booty, she a slut (freak)
Bitch ain’t no drank in my cup (woo)
I’m the man, nigga what?
I run up them racks
Juggin', I go get a bag, yeah
Boy you look sad
Boy you look, bro you look mad, yeah
Ain’t no chasin' no ass
Youngin, I run to the bag, yeah
Run to the cash
Youngin, I go get the bag

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