Freeway feat. Neef Buck Numbers Lyrics

Diamond in the Ruff Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Right Back
  • 2 Greatness
  • 3 The Thirst
  • 4 Wonder Tape
  • 5 No Doubt
  • 6 Dream Big
  • 7 Early
  • 8 Ghetto Streets
  • 9 Numbers
  • 10 True
  • 11 Sweet Temptations
  • 12 All the Hoods
  • 13 Hottest Akhi
  • 14 Jungle
  • 15 Money Is My Medicine
  • 16 Lil Mama
  • 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 f*cking 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 f*ck with ringlet, let's move piles
    Don't f*cking play with the same guys
    No bow ties, just black guys, with 45's
    You dare with them, you f*cking 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 f*cking 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 posits, 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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

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