Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Numbers, artista - Mo3.
Fecha de emisión: 30.10.2016
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Numbers |
Came a long way from nothin' |
I mean a long, long, long way |
Now we up nigga |
Got a bag on you niggas, for real |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (oh yeah) |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (woo) |
I was broke out of luck (I was) |
Ran it up, got it up (up) |
I used to sleep on the floor (the floor) |
Now them hoes wanna fuck (gang) |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa) |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (yee) |
I like a bitch big butt (I do) |
Big old booty, she a slut (freak) |
Bitch ain’t no drank in my cup (woo) |
I’m the man, nigga what? |
baby with the Levis on, eatin' top cat (I was) |
These old rap niggas hatin', y’all need to stop that (y'all need to stop that |
shit) |
In that AMG-550 strapped with that glocky (I'm strapped) |
I’m in a 9−11, feet cocked up with that top back (yeah yeah) |
I used to wait one twenty-five in timber lies (on a deal, yeah) |
Now the scale say two-oh-five and the whip I drive it’ll kill you (skkrt) |
Twenty-five thousand dollars worth of jewelry on me, feelin' like Thriller |
I used to stand outside for the bus, now I drive the Porsche like a four |
wheeler (skrrt) |
Sold all the pounds (the pounds) |
We sold all the grams (I sold all them grams) |
I was a project appointment baby |
Now bitch I’m the man (it's time to group) |
I stood in the spot, I had nowhere to go, used to sleep out a fan (slurp out a |
fan) |
On God I was broke, I was lookin' for hope, you do not understand (no) |
But I ran it up to go get them |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (yeah) |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (yee) |
I was broke out of luck (I was) |
Ran it up, got it up (the check) |
I used to sleep on the floor (the floor) |
Now them hoes wanna fuck (woo) |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa) |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (yee) |
I like a bitch big butt (I do) |
Big old booty, she a slut (freak) |
Bitch ain’t no drank in my cup (woo) |
I’m the man, nigga what? |
I used to sleep on the floor (I did) |
Now it’s twenty for a show (big money) |
I used to pull kick doors (I did) |
Now it’s foreign doors when I close, yeah (skrrt skrrt) |
I used to trap out apartments (I did) |
I was so broke, I was robbin' (I was fucked up) |
I was so broke, I was starvin' (I was starvin') |
Now they label me a target (real talk) |
Money coming in so fast (what?) |
These niggas think I ain’t count mine (deal it) |
If I catch a nigga stealing one time (what you gon' do?) |
Off with his head, flat line (blaow) |
I don’t give a fuck about 'em, y’all read about 'em |
I don’t care 'bout no strife nigga (I don’t care 'bout his ass) |
You would probably think a nigga was hurtin' (what?) |
Way I’m covered in ice nigga (hey, hey) |
Instagram, get your bitch out my likes nigga (get your ho) |
'Fore I send her a flight nigga ('fore I fly her out) |
Walk in Neimans, we don’t care 'bout the price nigga (ugh ugh) |
Get that back in one night nigga (ugh, whatever) |
Hunchos, fifties (fifties) |
Twenties, I don’t got no tens in (I don’t got that) |
I ran it up, ran it up, ran it up (ugh ugh ugh) |
Had to get right, Lorenz in (hey) |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (yeah) |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (yee) |
I was broke out of luck (I was) |
Ran it up, got it up (the check) |
I used to sleep on the floor (the floor) |
Now them hoes wanna fuck (woo) |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa) |
Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties) |
Twenties (twenties), tens (yee) |
I like a bitch big butt (I do) |
Big old booty, she a slut (freak) |
Bitch ain’t no drank in my cup (woo) |
I’m the man, nigga what? |
I run up them racks |
Juggin', I go get a bag, yeah |
Boy you look sad |
Boy you look, bro you look mad, yeah |
Ain’t no chasin' no ass |
Youngin, I run to the bag, yeah |
Run to the cash |
Youngin, I go get the bag |