Belly, Yo Gotti - Numbers lyrics

I pull up in four door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis (Eight)
Got at least two hoes beside me
(Ten) , threesomes like a hobby (Thirteen)
Addies made me zero in
Two punanis, five tsunamis (Twenty)
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math, 45's like the army

I'm a pipe her like Rowdy, free Max
Free Bobby get Woopty on the phone
He'll know what to do with the body (lift)
Slept at Sals on a little couch
Till I put my mama in a real house
Pills all in my little pocket
And they got me geeking like I'm Milhouse
Too many fake waves, it's a real drought
Up for like eight days, with
The AK earnin' real clout
Fuck your two cents
You wouldn't even give me two
Cents when my pennies scuff
Earned it all it was never luck
Millionaire with the semi tucked
Now you wanna pull a Hemi up
Just so you can come and drink the Henny up
Fake shit, it was never love and really fuck
It if it ever was

I pull up in four door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis (Eight)
Got at least two hoes beside me
(Ten) , threesomes like a hobby (thirteen)
Addies made me zero in
Two punanis, five tsunamis (Twenty)
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math, 45's like the army

Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)

I just counted five million dollars cash
All 5s, 10s, and 20s
Got to know that that's the dope money
Got to know I got the code, homie
Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, ayy
Plank, play dead sit him up, ayy
Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love
(Billy Love)
Bitches act thirsty so we fill 'em up
I don't like the rap game
(I don't love the rap game)
Ain't none these niggas real as us
(Ain't none these niggas, none these niggas)
Goin' back to the trap game
(Goin' back to the trap)
Sellin' bricks out the Bentley truck
(Cocaine Bentley truck) then I'ma hit 'em up
I used to be a stick 'em up
Black hoodie with the ski mask
When you see me, nigga, get 'em up
(Pussy, you know what it is)
I'm a dope boy 'cause I sold dope, boy
You ain't no plug 'cause you owe one, boy
You ain't cool with no Mexican
You don't know one, boy
If you say you got M's, then show one, boy
Just bought the Patek, the one with no ice
Just knocked that bitch
The one with no lights and I used to get
Government assistance, food stamps
No lights
Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (Add it up)