diego money – numbers lyrics
[intro]
china!
[chorus]
ballin’ these n+ggas, i feel like lebron
know i get cash, all this ice on my arm
icewater gang, got ice on my charm
stay with a sack and i stay with a gun
can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they bums
young iced n+gga came out of the slums
new drip, that’s louis vuitton
we with the sh+t, get hit with a drum
og gas, that’s all in my lungs
oak cliff, texas, where a young n+gga come from
but my b+tch look like she came from london
look at my pockets, they filled up with hun+duns
pull up in audis, ain’t drivin’ no honda
say you want smoke, i’m callin’ them gunners
triple s, i don’t f+ck with the runners
f+ckin’ yo’ b+tch, feel like brian pumper
hollow tips flyin’, they hot like summer
pour up the red with [?] undеr
run a n+gga down just like a hunter
blue facеs, all i’m seein’ is numbers
[verse]
fifties, hunnids, i’ma go out of digits
smokin’ gas, i ain’t smokin’ no midget
heard you got it, then my n+ggas come blisten
b+blowin’ green, all i see in my vision
sippin’ red, think it’s curin’ my sickness
g+gettin’ that money, i’m f+ckin’ these b+tches
this n+gga got a problem, we can come fix it
slide down yo’ block with that hunnid round [?]
y+young boss life, you see how i’m livin’
flexin’ hard, like 24+fitness
point me to the check, i’ma go get it
point me to the juugs, i’ma go hit it
cappin’ ass n+ggas really ain’t with it
that life i rap about, i really live it
that thirty clip, it’ll leave ya missin’
she drop the top, i ain’t doin’ no kissin’
these n+ggas be peons
still in the field just like i’m deon
foreign coupe, i ain’t drivin’ no neon
ice in my chain, look like it’s skiin’
i roll with the slimes, i roll with them demons
i get all the bread, you get all the crumbs
i am the one, spend a check just for fun
you are the one that is gettin’ no funds
[chorus]
ballin’ these n+ggas, i feel like lebron
know i get cash, all this ice on my arm
icewater gang, got ice on my charm
stay with a sack and i stay with a gun
can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they bums
young iced n+gga came out of the slums
new drip, that’s louis vuitton
we with the sh+t, get hit with a drum
og gas, that’s all in my lungs
oak cliff, texas, where a young n+gga come from
but my b+tch look like she came from london
look at my pockets, they filled up with hun+duns
pull up in audis, ain’t drivin’ no honda
say you want smoke, i’m callin’ them gunners
triple s, i don’t f+ck with the runners
f+ckin’ yo’ b+tch, feel like brian pumper
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