Your Number Not Saved Lyrics

Mhmmm

Mhmmm

Mhmmm

Is you really mad you don't get the same attention you did before album mode?

Sweetheart, you ain't top three

Its Jesus, then money, then family, then me bitch

Fifth on the list is whoever suck mean dick

"Stereotypical nigga just rapping bout money and hoes", you ain't talking bout me bitch

I am an artist who cherishes deep shit

But still a nigga who cherishes cleavage

(Double D's)

Is the face a 10? (Uh uh) get up out it

Money all in, don't talk lil nigga be about it

Phone jumping, I been lit since the summer

Ask DC, the double cup is full, keep it coming

Ask JP, it's hard to just focus on one

The one I really want out in Dallas getting to it

She don't got time for a nigga right now, I like that shit

Till then, we friends, divine amends

Ain't nothing worse than a motherfucker getting caught up who just gone lie again

Stressed over work, told her do what she love, she ain't listen, she just got high again

Trapped in a loop, I done seen both sides of the rich and the poor, I'm hiding M's

Convinced she was better off with this other nigga, I came back in town, she mine again

(Fade)

Throw it up (Yea)

I caught that ass, she acting up (Olay)

Stomach flat but she still fit it in her gut (Ayy)

Your number not saved, I've had enough get (Away)

You don't want this life baby it's not (Safe)

Ion wanna be cool with you nigga I'm (Straight)

After this shit drop I'm stacking my (Safe)

After this shit drop

I said last bitch BD, jealous; wanna be me

Wanna-be hood rapping nigga toting glizzys

Grew up in a mansion, how the fuck you turn pee-wee?

Imagine if I had a baby mama getting fucked by another nigga

I had a best friend, I thought she was my nigga

Hormones hit; she back, she ain't fucking with me

Over some shit she claimed she had forgiven

Ain't nothing more dangerous than that text message

Babe excuse my slang, I am from Texas (44)

Get to jiggin when that beat drop, we too reckless

"Hoe" this, "hoe" that, we ain't spell checking

Let the slab swing right to your bitch address (Skrrr Skrrr)

And you'll never find out, so you can't address it

Oh he did ? Shit now he crying his confessions

Ego outta hand, my confidence you can't check it

Mattress Mack numbers, I ain't need to make no bets

(Fade)

Throw it up (Yea)

I caught that ass, she acting up (Olay)

Stomach flat but she still fit it in her gut (Ahhh)

Your number not saved, I've had enough get (Ahhh)

You don't want this life baby it's not (Ohh)

Ion wanna be cool with you nigga I'm (Ohh)

After this shit drop I'm stacking my

After this shit drop I'm stacking my

(Sheesh)

It's King