Numbers

Lyrics

[Chorus: Belly] I pull up in four-door Bugattis, four-wheel Ducatis (Eight) Got at least two hoes beside me (Ten), threesomes like a hobby (Thirteen) Addies made me zero in Two punanis, five tsunamis (Twenty) Seven boppers in the lobby, we the new Illuminati All my bitches keep six, in case twelve tryna find me Do the math, do the math, 45's like the army [Verse 1: Belly] I'm a pipe her like Rowdy, free Max, free Bobby Get Woopty on the phone, he'll know what to do with the body (lift) Slept at Sals on a little couch, till I put my mama in a real house Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like I'm Milhouse Too many fake waves, it's a real drought Up for like eight days, with the AK earnin' real clout, fuck your two cents You wouldn't even give me two cents when my pennies scuff Earned it all it was never luck, millionaire with the semi tucked Now you wanna pull a Hemi up, just so you can come and drink the Henny up Fake shit, it was never love and really fuck it if it ever was [Chorus: Belly] I pull up in four-door Bugattis, four-wheel Ducatis (Eight) Got at least two hoes beside me (Ten), threesomes like a hobby (thirteen) Addies made me zero in Two punanis, five tsunamis (Twenty) Seven boppers in the lobby, we the new Illuminati All my bitches keep six, in case twelve tryna find me Do the math, do the math, 45's like the army [Post Chorus: Belly] Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up) [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I just counted five million dollars cash All 5s, 10s, and 20s Got to know that that's the dope money Got to know I got the code, homie Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, ayy Plank, play dead sit him up, ayy Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love) Bitches act thirsty so we fill 'em up I don't like the rap game (I don't love the rap game) Ain't none these niggas real as us (Ain't none these niggas, none these niggas) Goin' back to the trap game (Goin' back to the trap) Sellin' bricks out the Bentley truck (Cocaine Bentley truck) Then I'ma hit 'em up I used to be a stick 'em up Black hoodie with the ski mask When you see me, nigga, get 'em up (Pussy, you know what it is) I'm a dope boy 'cause I sold dope, boy You ain't no plug 'cause you owe one, boy You ain't cool with no Mexican, you don't know one, boy If you say you got M's, then show one, boy Just bought the Patek, the one with no ice Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights And I used to get government assistance, food stamps, no lights [Outro: Belly] Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up) Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)