Freeway, Neef Buck - Numbers lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[Freeway, Neef Buck - Numbers lyrics]
20 bottles of spade, 10 pin, 10 go
20 bottles of spade, 10 pin, 10 go
Ben franlkin bank hoe
Backstroking on new hoes, you know
Dropped the olds and got new clothes
Now check a boy my calla
Same thing with my lenses
I like mgm and my benzes
And meek shit my women
She don't speak in no English
And she don't eat pork
My new bitch use chop sticks
She don't eat with a fork
I'm throwing rocks at the wall
So everyday I ball
You understand that language
When you out there slanging
When you're taking them trips
Looking over your shoulder
I just run back a dub, stash box in the wall
Let's work numbers low, numbers high
Ain't nobody fcking got it and you wonder why
Numbers high, numbers low
If the chicken right
Then hurry up and get it oh
Lado, blow numbers, mathematician
We know numbers we got range rove numbers
Spend that get more numbers
Been here 14 winters
Will be here 10 more summers
My watch shine, my piece flooded
My money right, it keep coming
Uno, dos, tres, quatro, ishi, ni
Sun, chi, one, two, three to the fizor
Whole bricks we flip dali
We get numbers in different languages
It's mac 10's, mac 11's
Take 9's my click is dangerous
House shit, no super vision
Rock true religions
Don't fck with ringlet, let's move piles
Don't fcking play with the same guys
No bow ties, just black guys, with 45's
You dare with them, you fcking lay with them
We are for sure though
Y'all haters are counterfeit
Everyday we calculate, yes we doing calculus
Make y'all haters run
Just to show y'all deuces who's house this is
Hustle when we make it count
Y'all hustle don't count for shit
Numbers low, numbers high
Ain't nobody fcking got it and you wonder why
Numbers high, numbers low
If the chicken right
Then hurry up and get it oh
Lado, blow numbers, mathematician
We know numbers we got range rove numbers
Spend that get more numbers
Been here 14 winters
Will be here 10 more summers
My watch shine, my piece flooded
My money right, it keep coming
Let me phone posit's, coole site
Where them pennies once them
Bitches hurt my feet
If the lime from the dime
I might take a week and I can fill a fcking
Duffle bag in my sleep
I'm getting it, I'm spending it
Purple label shit limited
Dropping 9's, bringing back a dozen
Nigga that's 3 hard extra onions
I take a 7 out, and put the 7 in
I drop the fish scale
And watch you still swimming
Shit backstrocking, it's breast stroking
Turn ex smokers to new smokers
The shit raw, fiends smell it
They come soon as that pack open
I cook it soon as that brick open
They pay me soon as they shift over
I bag it up, drop it off
Jump in the whip and I'm back floating
My younging, clap off
And they stay getting that tax off
Always, banging, no home training at all
Mid lie, winners lie
But numbers don't so don't act hard
I will have 30 niggas on your front porch
Back yard numbers low, numbers high
Ain't nobody fcking got it and you wonder why
Numbers high, numbers low
If the chicken right
Then hurry up and get it oh
Lado, blow numbers, mathematician
We know numbers we got range rove numbers
Spend that get more numbers
Been here 14 winters
Will be here 10 more summers
My watch shine, my piece flooded
My money right, it keep coming
20 bottles of spade, 10 pin, 10 go
Ben franlkin bank hoe
Backstroking on new hoes, you know
Dropped the olds and got new clothes
Now check a boy my calla
Same thing with my lenses
I like mgm and my benzes
And meek shit my women
She don't speak in no English
And she don't eat pork
My new bitch use chop sticks
She don't eat with a fork
I'm throwing rocks at the wall
So everyday I ball
You understand that language
When you out there slanging
When you're taking them trips
Looking over your shoulder
I just run back a dub, stash box in the wall
Let's work numbers low, numbers high
Ain't nobody fcking got it and you wonder why
Numbers high, numbers low
If the chicken right
Then hurry up and get it oh
Lado, blow numbers, mathematician
We know numbers we got range rove numbers
Spend that get more numbers
Been here 14 winters
Will be here 10 more summers
My watch shine, my piece flooded
My money right, it keep coming
Uno, dos, tres, quatro, ishi, ni
Sun, chi, one, two, three to the fizor
Whole bricks we flip dali
We get numbers in different languages
It's mac 10's, mac 11's
Take 9's my click is dangerous
House shit, no super vision
Rock true religions
Don't fck with ringlet, let's move piles
Don't fcking play with the same guys
No bow ties, just black guys, with 45's
You dare with them, you fcking lay with them
We are for sure though
Y'all haters are counterfeit
Everyday we calculate, yes we doing calculus
Make y'all haters run
Just to show y'all deuces who's house this is
Hustle when we make it count
Y'all hustle don't count for shit
Numbers low, numbers high
Ain't nobody fcking got it and you wonder why
Numbers high, numbers low
If the chicken right
Then hurry up and get it oh
Lado, blow numbers, mathematician
We know numbers we got range rove numbers
Spend that get more numbers
Been here 14 winters
Will be here 10 more summers
My watch shine, my piece flooded
My money right, it keep coming
Let me phone posit's, coole site
Where them pennies once them
Bitches hurt my feet
If the lime from the dime
I might take a week and I can fill a fcking
Duffle bag in my sleep
I'm getting it, I'm spending it
Purple label shit limited
Dropping 9's, bringing back a dozen
Nigga that's 3 hard extra onions
I take a 7 out, and put the 7 in
I drop the fish scale
And watch you still swimming
Shit backstrocking, it's breast stroking
Turn ex smokers to new smokers
The shit raw, fiends smell it
They come soon as that pack open
I cook it soon as that brick open
They pay me soon as they shift over
I bag it up, drop it off
Jump in the whip and I'm back floating
My younging, clap off
And they stay getting that tax off
Always, banging, no home training at all
Mid lie, winners lie
But numbers don't so don't act hard
I will have 30 niggas on your front porch
Back yard numbers low, numbers high
Ain't nobody fcking got it and you wonder why
Numbers high, numbers low
If the chicken right
Then hurry up and get it oh
Lado, blow numbers, mathematician
We know numbers we got range rove numbers
Spend that get more numbers
Been here 14 winters
Will be here 10 more summers
My watch shine, my piece flooded
My money right, it keep coming