Numbers On The Boards - Pusha T

I’m so bossy, bitch, get off me

It’s a different jingle when you hear these car keys

Your SL’s missing an «S», nigga

Your plane’s missing a chef

The common theme, see, they’ve both got wings

If you fly, do it to death

It’s only one God, and it’s only one crown

So it’s only one king that can stand on this mound

King Push, kingpin, overlord

Coast Gurad come, 100 goin' overboard

I got money with the best of 'em

Go blow-for-blow with any Mexican

Don’t let your side bitches settle in

Might have to head, but you’re Evelyn

Ballers — I put numbers on the boards

Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword

Whether rappin' or unwrapping to a whore

Might reach back and relapse, the wrapping of this raw

Givenchy fitting like it’s gym clothes

We really gym stars, I’m like D-Rose

No D League, I’m like «these close»

'88 Jordan leapin' from the free-throw

Ballers — I put numbers on the boards

Ballers — I put numbers on the boards

(Motherfuckers can’t rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more)

Mix drug and show money, Biggs Burke on tour

25 bricks, move work like chore

Hit Delaware twice, needed 25 more

I see flaws, cracks in your diamonds

CB4 when you rhyme, Simple Simon

Come and meet the pie man — a must that I flaunt it

The legend grow legs when it comes back to haunt us

Ballers — I put numbers on the boards

Can’t a bitch live and say I bought her Michael Kors?

Every car driven was decided by the horse

Keep the sticker in the window 'case you wonder how it cost

How could you relate when you ain’t never been great?

And rely on rap money to keep food up on your plates, nigga?

I might sell a brick on my bithday

36 years of doing dirt like it’s Earth Day

God!

Ballers — I put numbers on the boards