Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Teenage Numbers, artist - Yo Gotti. Date of issue: 29.01.2012
Song language: English
Teenage Numbers |
| Plug talk money, money talk plug |
| Teenage numbers when we speak about drugs |
| 15, 16, 17 fine |
| 18, 19, 20 too high |
| My plug talk money, my money talk plug |
| Teenage numbers when we speak about drugs |
| 15, 16, 17 fine |
| 18, 19, 20 too high |
| Cocaine dreams, sky is the limit |
| You can make a lot of money or you can do a large sentence |
| My plug don’t speak English, he can barely say a sentence |
| All he know is numbers, charge me nothing close to twenty |
| Sixteen flat, front me one time |
| Call it statutory rape when he charging Kobe Bryant |
| I’m trying to profit eight, like that nigga in his prime |
| I’m shooting to L.A. to get my work e’erytime |
| All I gotta say, I’m cool like Dre |
| I’m boss like rick from M.I.A |
| Yo Gotti! |
| Nigga say had keys for the fifteen, only thing gotta cop more than fifteen |
| Teflon Don |
| Lemme holla at em |
| I fell in love with Fendi as an adolescent |
| Now it’s Aston Martin money in my momma mattress |
| Copped me a Caprice, i shatted on them Daytons |
| Gotti got the cuddy but his stuntin' so contagious |
| Don’t speak about my plug, my plug barely speak |
| ??? |
| I keep putting teenagers on the street |
| We ballin' in the club, popping bottles as we speak |
| Multiple M’s in my account, my money on the streets |
| I’m pouring money in it, 'til we got in Tennessee |
| I count it when I want it cos my niggas never steal from me, (loyal) |
| Keys in the ignition, keys in the kitchen |
| Large revenue, residue seen on the dishes |
| Profit mandatory, maintaining the lifestyle |
| My pedicure large, two attorneys for the trial |
| She sell a lot of ass, I got a lot of cash |
| Four Louis carry-ons, hit the helicopter pad |
| A thousand and eight grams |
| Divided by four |
| Two-hundred fifty-two |
| Multiply it by four |
| That’s 16 racks, I’m panning at the max |
| Seventeen-five cause I gotta get some tax |
| Teenage white girl, but if I say she black |
| You know we talkin' code, that mean that bitch ain’t comin' back |
| My plug don’t speak English, write down everything you say |
| But I don’t give a fuck cos I only want the yay |
| I’m cocaine crazy, think I’m goin' insane |
| 15, 16, 17, keep running through my brain |
| I front a couple bricks, however you want to play it |
| When I’m with that tab, you know you walking dead |
| Dead man walking, I can see obituary |
| We enjoy the money, but the dope game scary |
| Bitches turn into enemies, friends turn into snitches |
| The cars draw attention, and the money fuck with bitches |