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boss don - digits lyrics

i tell em i run it up f+ck up a comma f+ck up a bag
haters sad i just pull up and win popping these tags
i just laugh uhh kick up my feet go and relax
i don’t chat stay dropping this heat spitting these facts
ball out to the max crushing all these fits
pull up big and better always upgrading my wrist
i don’t miss with these quotas got more bread to reach
six digits ain’t safe tryna get seven at least
tryna lease like two v’s two pads sh+t three
cruise pass jet ski’s crew add up gs
news flash we eat living my dreams as i please
all my n+ggas winning owning sh+t check the keys
sh+t my timing is too beast i keep it moving once i peep
that you ain’t worth none of my sleep my timе ain’t cheap
i don’t leap for the nonsеnse i’m rarely amused
nonchalant but assertive let’s not get that sh+t confused

bring the pressure yea
bring the pressure yea
we stacking digits in this mother f+cker
we stacking digits in this mother f+cker

bring the pressure yea
bring the pressure yea
i smell like money in this mother f+cker
i look like money in this mother f+cker
i been stacking digits with no drama how it’s supposed to be
but i done pushed my ops up out the store carrying groceries
i’m a turf baby fill my body up with gasoline
no one held me down so who the f+ck you think is holding me
pray to god like everyday that 40 stop controlling me
but if they test me they gone see the morgue or emergency
hustle to the morning gotta move wit facts and urgency
i been pushing babies like the woman who gave birth to me
let that money come and talk to me just like i’m jodeci
stop growing me look i sell weed the way i’m holding heat
broke mcs you been talking reckless we like 20 deep
shots hit your leg chest and arm have you no defeat
break em down these n+ggas too boosie i’m a wipe em down
wear my crown these n+ggas too coochie gotta flush em out
running routes i think bout them digits so don’t count me down
it’s some money in this mother f+cker time to lock it down

bring the pressure yea
bring the pressure yea
we stacking digits in this mother f+cker
we stacking digits in this mother f+cker

bring the pressure yea
bring the pressure yea
i smell like money in this mother f+cker
i look like money in this mother f+cker

- boss don lyrics

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