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mo3 - numbers lyrics

[intro: mo3]
came a long way from nothin’
i mean a long, long, long way
now we up n-gga
got a bag on you n-ggas, for real

[chorus: mo3]
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 f-ck (gang)
hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa)
hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
twenties (twenties), tens (yee)
i like a b-tch big b-tt (i do)
big old booty, she a sl-t (freak)
b-tch ain’t no drank in my cup (woo)
i’m the man, n-gga what?

[verse 1: mo3]
[?] baby with the levis on, eatin’ top cat (i was)
these old rap n-ggas hatin’, y’all need to stop that (y’all need to stop that sh-t)
in that amg-550 strapped with that glocky (i’m strapped)
i’m in a 9-11, feet c-cked 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 k!ll 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 b-tch 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

[chorus: mo3]
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 f-ck (woo)
hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa)
hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)
twenties (twenties), tens (yee)
i like a b-tch big b-tt (i do)
big old booty, she a sl-t (freak)
b-tch ain’t no drank in my cup (woo)
i’m the man, n-gga what?

[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
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 f-cked 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 n-ggas think i ain’t count mine (deal it)
if i catch a n-gga stealing one time (what you gon’ do?)
off with his head, flat line (blaow)
i don’t give a f-ck about ’em, y’all read about ’em
i don’t care ’bout no strife n-gga (i don’t care ’bout his -ss)
you would probably think a n-gga was hurtin’ (what?)
way i’m covered in ice n-gga (hey, hey)
instagram, get your b-tch out my likes n-gga (get your ho)
‘fore i send her a flight n-gga (‘fore i fly her out)
walk in neimans, we don’t care ’bout the price n-gga (ugh ugh)
get that back in one night n-gga (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)

[outro: mo3]
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 -ss
youngin, i run to the bag, yeah
run to the cash
youngin, i go get the bag

- mo3 lyrics

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