Digits Lyrics

You cant get back all your time baby

She the type to give it up and waist no time baby

And i get high, just to relax and ease my mind baby

Wanna read your mind baby

Open up your mind to me

Please dont fuck the money up

She too scared to fall in love

Bitch my life one of one

Cant compare, not at all

Its not real shut it off

Dont make them get involved

Dont make them sit along

Dont make them wait around

Say she gotta limit

Say she gotta taste of the way that i been living

Ain't used to her ways, and she ain't used to my bitches

Said i drive her crazy i got Mercedes my engine

Designer my bitches, i like D's on all my women

These are not no rentals, i got keys to all my engines

She got pretty privilege, but my life still too exquisite

She just wanna fuck i told that bitch to leave her digits

Booted off them perkys bitch we geeking off them jiggas

Remember how damn broke

And how damn tweaking i was that winter

Way back when a young nigga couldn't afford this life

Now a young nigga got the Forgiato's on the Benz yeah im trippin

Got a niggas baby mama in the front seat yeah and we trippin

She just wanna come pop it with a young nigga see how we living

She just wanna come pop it with a young nigga see how we did it

Yeah see how we

I got different bitches different clothes uh

Told that lil bitch to pick her clothes up

I might fuck that bitch and send her home

I get in my mind and then i tend to be alone

I told by that bitch don't hit my phone up