Numbers

Aye ya imma get it imma live it, tell u where I'm at while I'm winning I can flex for the camera, I can flex for the fame, everybody out there they gon call my name I get to business I got to go get it, flow so good I have to go with it Money on my mind this grind I live it, when ya girl ask you da rags to my riches Uh, this that big boy talk, get that bag on lock, I won't lie, I feel like I am the best rapper alive This grind is routine My raps so clean I like red hot sauce on my lean cuisine You see me on the front page of a magazine But all I see is green i'm a money machine My bars hotter than a feva (fever) Good at pressing X's ya ill murk you in fifa Don't try to test me unless you Khalifa I put stuff together better than IKEA If my ex bad, then imma IG her Wait sike nah, I stay loyal dating ex's is disloyal My trap doin numbers My trap doin numbers All this precious ice, got me freezing in the summer I just want them comma's I just want them comma's My trap doin numbers My trap doin numbers All this precious ice, got me freezing in the summer I just want them comma's I just want them comma's Accelerate then I hit the gas Travel in many like a pack I be doing numbers that's a fact We roll past then double back Sit back and relax I be dripping on them with the sauce Standing over everybody like a boss Double g belt what it cost Wrist on froze turn to frost Look at me later be counting these stacks Running in circles be running in laps You spitting bars I'm spitting facts Need my location find it on Snap maps I been broke in my head I've made some mistakes I should stay in bed But I got some bread to make Chasing the bag, aye ya Don't need to brag, aye ya Feeling jet lag, aye ya Chasing the cash, aye ya Chasing the bag, aye ya Don't need to brag, aye ya Feeling jet lag, aye ya Chasing the cash, aye ya