Numbers ft. BIGGMONEYPERIOD Lyrics

Huh mmm oh

The ones and Fives

Can't mix with the hundreds

I got a splinter from thumbing

I been ran it up I ain't new to the money

Flip phone full of junkies we don't see droughts

We keep the packages coming

Box landed who want it Oo you want a hundred

I got you for twenty one hundred

Thirty thou in one's and fives

Shit look like two hundred racks

Eighty four pounds sold for twenty four

More than two hundred stacks

Let us get two hundred for two hundred

Might just buy more than that

Imma play with this hundred

Watch me flip it to like two hundred flat

Whoah whoah

Mmmm No yo prices to low

Aye Country boy

It's 23 for each Of these bows

A hundred fifty in two days

That's a lot of zeros

2 Times a week Got me living

Like I'm shooting free throws

Coach Just put me in the game

Imma walking cheat code

300 Points whoah whoah

That boy up in beast mode

House on the hill with the mountains

Right outside the peep whole

Cuz when these bitches make it back

That's a lot mo zeros

Bitch nigga I talk trap shit

Listen to the numbers you can tell I ain't lying

Three niggas in the city with the iciest pieces

My niggas and one on of em mine

Acm pendent round the neck

That bitch bout at least worth 4 thousand dimes

Not to even bring up the juice piece

But should see how that bitch shine

Huh mmm oh

The ones and Fives

Can't mix with the hundreds

I got a splinter from thumbing

I been ran it up I ain't new to the money

Flip phone full of junkies we don't see droughts

We keep the packages coming

Box landed who want it Oo you want a hundred

I got you for twenty one hundred

Thirty thou in one's and fives

Shit look like two hundred racks

Eighty four pounds sold for twenty four

More than two hundred stacks

Let us get two hundred for two hundred

Might just buy more than that

Imma play with this hundred

Watch me flip it to like two hundred flat

DAMNNNNN mmm oh

I done broke the scale this shit weigh babies

We going crazy

We done weighed up elephants as well

I'm in the air wit it fuck the mail

Vacuum seal twice can't nobody smell

I Got 'em for eight but I sold em for twenty four

Putting up numbers Kobe wit the hair

We was just thumbing right thru it

Putting pressure on the bags

I taught bruh how to do it

Run it up what I influence

We done broke the vacuum seal

The shit had stop gluing

I'm taking the extras and fronting em out

I'm selling them P's out my granny house

I got to Draco in my granny couch

Granny kick me out

She tired of me running in and out