Numbers - Philthy Rich, Skeme, Sauce Walka

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