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philthy rich - numbers lyrics

[hook: skeme]
i get to that lucci then cash out
i hop in that foreign then smash out
we sip on that act’ till we p-ss out
hit a b-tch from the back till she p-ss out
i get to that guap and i cash out
p-ssy n-gg- keep playin’, get maxed out
drink on the act’ till we p-ss out
money talk, i bring the racks out
lil n-gg- we doin’ numbers
lil n-gg- we doin’ numbers
lil n-gg- we doin’ numbers
lil n-gg- we doin’ numbers
i’ma go ice out the watch and then buy me a drop just to shine for the summer
lil n-gg- we doin’ numbers
lil n-gg- we doin’ numbers

[verse 1: philthy rich]
i’m thinkin’ bout coppin’ the maybach
no i’m not taking the wraith back
no i’m not taking i8 back
that n-gg- went broke, where his cake at?
my datejust rollie is bust down
my day-date rollie is bust down
my yacht-master 2 is bust down
and my skydweller is bust down
don’t forget about the ap
i broke that lil b-tch for the 8 g’s
and then i took that hoe to mickeyd’s
you gave that lil hoe all them hickeys, please
vs1’s and it’s rose gold
ice on me like snowstorm
let the n-gg- know his hope gone
n-gg- wanna keep the hope close (phil)

[hook: skeme]

[verse 2: skeme]
i know n-gg-s hate but i’m hardly trippin’
i just got a check now my fingers itchin’
saint laurents on my feet every time i kick it
and i don’t lace ’em up till i’m chasin’ digits
brazy chef in the kitchen just choppin’ chickens
i’ma fiend for that green, i just gotta get it
walka with me, i just keep it drippin’
philthy tell these b-tches, don’t play with pimpin’
oh you know what is, my n-gg-
before i go broke i go big
might keep me a bird in the crib
talkin’ too much get you slid
p-ssy play round with the kid and get smoked like ya big
rolex diamonds on me, shinin’ like stunna
balmains on me, pockets full of new hundreds
they just ain’t gettin’ up to get that runner
i might be the trillest ever on a honda

[hook: skeme]

[verse 3: sauce walka]
my n-gg- we doin’ calculus
my n-gg- we doin’ algebra
ain’t no off dates on the calendar
b-tches on schedule, sunday is a caliper
flippin’ b-tches like acrobatics
just to fill the bags with the mathematics
lost my youngin’ it was so tragic
had to slide for him just like aladdin
i almost gave up on this rap sh-t
boy i been paid off a b-tch
n-gg-s tryna sell a dummy brick
i made 200 off of sellin’ t-ts
i feel like heff lil n-gg-
runnin’ outta gas lil n-gg-
i done seen the ghetto take out the best of n-gg-s
you gotta be careful n-gg-

[hook: skeme]

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