M.I Abaga - Numbers lyrics

As far as money I mean
You know that’s a little more factual
We can determine that
Right, we will have to see your bank account
That’s not a problem but it gon cost
(Laughs)
So am saying, black and white is a ink baby
(Laughs)
If he’s that confident you know I’ll
Give him a little glimpse
(Laughs) It’s crazy

Y'all don't want to chat about the facts
About the plaques about the stacks
About your tax you wanna act like I ain’t got
Like I ain’t been kicking this kicks
Stripping them, sticking this chicks
Wickedest lyricist yet richest n!gga
To really spit i mean
Yall will never know about the dough
About the shows about the clothes


That shit is goals to yall n!ggas
I mean to glow yall will never hear about
Percentages and shares
That shit is not meant for your ears
All those numbers will have
You scared ma n!gga

It’s only one God, and it’s only one crown
So it’s only one king that
Can stand on this mound
I’m so bossy, b!tch, get off me
How you feeling i put numbers on the boards

You n!ggas should be honest and don’t
Compare me with these artists
The truth is they deep hardly
They giving you cheap garbage
Their music it needs polish
Their lyrics be retarded
These n!ggas will all be gone in a flash
Like Ship Collins now M is a deep scholar
My lyrics they speak knowledge
And I'm a bad boy pockets puffy
From big wallets even my weak bars if
It’s possible wreak havoc
Break down my Clipse and you
Be unable to keep malice
Let’s do some quick logic
Am on my sixth project
Am on my sixtieth award since we started
I put on some key artists
Even got wiz started
N!ggas must need glasses cause am
Just able to see farthest
Whenever there’s beef brought in
Can’t mess with the meat market
Them n!ggas be departing
Can’t swim with a deep artist
I gave em all direction they
All must see Clarence
Nobody even close if you judge
Me by this barrettes

It’s only one God, and it’s only one crown
So it’s only one king that
Can stand on this mound
I’m so bossy, b!tch, get off me
How you feeling i put numbers on the boards
I’m so bossy, b!tch, get off me
How you feeling i put numbers on the boards
How you feeling i put numbers on the boards
How you feeling i put numbers on the boards

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot

I'm the sickest lyricist in 2016
No Mani-low-ill except the one
In the Philippines am a machine
King of the CC racquet like Billie Jean
Making niggas loose their
Minds like guillotines
Rappers borrow my style
But can never copy the manner I did it in
Only kings can touch my jersey
Them b!tches really is queens
Mc squiller touch my garments
Like Alexander McQueen
Gives me fuel am naturally
Gas without the kerosene
Wassup with you rappers
I know you hate my status
I know you hope like Tony
Pulis I’ll vacate the palace
But, I don’t share your negativity
Our bond is no covalent
Niggas coming at your defence should
Probably stop like wheeling gallons
Arh, eight summers I ate drummers
Meaning I ate beats I took that nutrition
And went and made numbers
So no matter how many you see
They’ll never be another emcee great as me

I said they treat me like a slave
Cah’ me black
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain
Cah’ we black
And man a say they put me inna chains
Cah’ we black
Imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks
How you no see the whip
Left scars pon’ me back
But now we have a big
Whip parked pon’ the block
All them say we doomed from the start
Cah’ we black
Remember this, every race start
From the block, jus ‘member dat