Mathematics

Lyrics

[Intro] All this weight it hold me down But I keep going up, (yeh yeh) Baby what you wanna eat She want Mastros for lunch (uh huh , uh yeuhh uhh) I keep spending all this fucking money Like I don't give a fuck I just hit lil mhm, okay You know he keep it tucked [Verse] I'm in my bag she in her bag Little baby gone run it up Too much drip on all my niggas You cannot fit with us I be high, smoking real good Exotic in my blunt Twelve rack of lamb, five minutes Waiter said it's coming up Moncler with that Ricky Chanel on my feet but you know I'm a boss I can make this money Yeah I feel like Hugo I love the big bodies Cause I'm too tired of two doors You so dusty you don't get high You smoking Newports I'm in this bitch and it go up Give me love don't fuss Although that I got it I could do this shit with no luck I try to every day on my knees and pray And don't give up Time time to celebrate That's why I got Cliquot in my cup Try me get fucked up All my niggas know to buss I'm turning into someone So you know we keep it clutched Benz it's moving fast You can only see me in the dust Love the calculator Money machine then add it up Love the calculator it keep adding up Mathematics love the cash We gone rack it up Got a bad bitch smashing She gone back it up Once you have it, you lavish Little nigga go get you some [Bridge] All this weight it hold me down But I keep going up (yeh yeh) Baby what you wanna eat She want Mastros for lunch I keep spending all this fucking money Like I don't give a fuck I just hit lil mhm, okay You know he keep it tucked [Chorus] Money machine then add it up Love the calculator it keep adding up Mathematics love the cash We gone rack it up Gotta bad bitch smashing She gone back it up Once you have it, you lavish Little nigga go get you some (Yeah uh) (Better go get you some) (Uh, bad bitch) (Gone and get you some) (Bad bitch, bad bitch) (Gone and get you some)