Numbers - Belly, Yo Gotti

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

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

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

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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

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