Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Numbers, artist - Philthy Rich. Album song Hood Rich 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SCMMLLC
Song language: English
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| I get to that lucci then cash out |
| I hop in that foreign then smash out |
| We sip on that Act' till we pass out |
| Hit a bitch from the back till she pass out |
| I get to that guap and I cash out |
| Pussy nigga keep playin', get maxed out |
| Drink on the Act' till we pass out |
| Money talk, I bring the racks out |
| Lil nigga we doin' numbers |
| Lil nigga we doin' numbers |
| Lil nigga we doin' numbers |
| Lil nigga we doin' numbers |
| I’ma go ice out the watch and then buy me a drop just to shine for the summer |
| Lil nigga we doin' numbers |
| Lil nigga we doin' numbers |
| I’m thinkin' bout coppin' the Maybach |
| No I’m not taking the Wraith back |
| No I’m not taking i8 back |
| That nigga went broke, where his cake at? |
| My Datejust Rollie is bust down |
| My Day-Date Rollie is bust down |
| My Yacht-Master 2 is bust down |
| And my Skydweller is bust down |
| Don’t forget about the AP |
| I broke that lil bitch for the 8 g’s |
| And then I took that hoe to MickeyD’s |
| You gave that lil hoe all them hickeys, please |
| VS1's and it’s rose gold |
| Ice on me like snowstorm |
| Let the nigga know his hope gone |
| Nigga wanna keep the hope close (Phil) |
| I know niggas hate but I’m hardly trippin' |
| I just got a check now my fingers itchin' |
| Saint Laurents on my feet every time I kick it |
| And I don’t lace 'em up till I’m chasin' digits |
| Brazy chef in the kitchen just choppin' chickens |
| I’ma fiend for that green, I just gotta get it |
| Walka with me, I just keep it drippin' |
| Philthy tell these bitches, don’t play with pimpin' |
| Oh you know what is, my nigga |
| Before I go broke I go big |
| Might keep me a bird in the crib |
| Talkin' too much get you slid |
| Pussy play round with the kid and get smoked like ya Big |
| Rolex diamonds on me, shinin' like Stunna |
| Balmains on me, pockets full of new hundreds |
| They just ain’t gettin' up to get that runner |
| I might be the trillest ever on a Honda |
| My nigga we doin' calculus |
| My nigga we doin' algebra |
| Ain’t no off dates on the calendar |
| Bitches on schedule, Sunday is a caliper |
| Flippin' bitches like acrobatics |
| Just to fill the bags with the mathematics |
| Lost my youngin' it was so tragic |
| Had to slide for him just like Aladdin |
| I almost gave up on this rap shit |
| Boy I been paid off a bitch |
| Niggas tryna sell a dummy brick |
| I made 200 off of sellin' tits |
| I feel like Heff lil nigga |
| Runnin' outta gas lil nigga |
| I done seen the ghetto take out the best of niggas |
| You gotta be careful nigga |