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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 knowDropped the olds and got new clothesNow check a boy my calla, same thing with my lensesI like mgm and my benzes, and meek shit my womenShe don't speak in no English, and she don't eat porkMy new bitch use chop sticks, she don't eat with a forkI'm throwing rocks at the wall, so everyday I ballYou understand that language, when you out there slangingWhen you're taking them trips, looking over your shoulderI just run back a dub, stash box in the wall, let's workNumbers low, numbers high,Ain't nobody fucking got it and you wonder whyNumbers high, numbers lowIf the chicken right, then hurry up and get it ohLado, blow numbers, mathematician, we know numbersWe got range rove numbers, spend that get more numbersBeen here 14 winters, will be here 10 more summersMy watch shine, my piece floodedMy money right, it keep comingUno, dos, tres, quatro, ishi, ni, sun, chi, one, two, threeto the fizorLetras de cancionesWhole bricks we flip dali, we get numbers in differentlanguagesIt's mac 10's, mac 11's, take 9's my click is dangerousHouse shit, no super vision, rock true religions,Don't fuck with ringlet, let's move pilesDon't fucking play with the same guysNo bow ties, just black guys, with 45'sYou dare with them, you fucking lay with themWe are for sure though, y'all haters are counterfeitEveryday we calculate, yes we doing calculusMake y'all haters run, just to show y'all deuces who's housethis isHustle when we make it count, y'all hustle don't count forshitNumbers low, numbers high,Ain't nobody fucking got it and you wonder whyNumbers high, numbers lowIf the chicken right, then hurry up and get it ohLado, blow numbers, mathematician, we know numbersWe got range rove numbers, spend that get more numbersBeen here 14 winters, will be here 10 more summersMy watch shine, my piece floodedMy money right, it keep comingLet me phone posits, coole siteWhere them pennies once them bitches hurt my feetIf the lime from the dime, I might take a weekAnd I can fill a fucking duffle bag in my sleepI'm getting it, I'm spending it, purple label shit limitedDropping 9's, bringing back a dozenNigga that's 3 hard extra onionsI take a 7 out, and put the 7 inI drop the fish scale, and watch you still swimmingShit backstrocking, it's breast strokingTurn ex smokers to new smokersThe shit raw, fiends smell it, they come soon as that packopenI cook it soon as that brick openThey pay me soon as they shift overI bag it up, drop it off, jump in the whip and I'm backfloatingMy younging, clap off, and they stay getting that tax offAlways, banging, no home training at allMid lie, winners lie, but numbers don't so don't act hardI will have 30 niggas on your front porch, back yardNumbers low, numbers high,Ain't nobody fucking got it and you wonder whyNumbers high, numbers lowIf the chicken right, then hurry up and get it ohLado, blow numbers, mathematician, we know numbersWe got range rove numbers, spend that get more numbersBeen here 14 winters, will be here 10 more summersMy watch shine, my piece floodedMy money right, it keep coming. From Letras Mania