Numbers Lyrics - Belly

[Chorus: Belly] 

I pull up in four door Bugattis 

Four wheel Ducatis 

Got at least two hoes beside me (ten) 

Threesomes like a hobby 

Addies made me zero in 

Two point nine, these five tsunamis 

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 

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[Verse 1: Belly] 

I'm a pipe her like Rowdy 

Free Max, free Bobby 

Get Whoopty on the phone 

He'll know what to do with the body (death) 

Set Persiles 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 a meal house 

Too many fake waves 

Its a real drought 

I feel like eight days, with the AK earn the 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-tuck 

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 really was 

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[Chorus: Belly] 

I pull up in four door Bugattis 

Four wheel Ducatis 

Got at least two hoes beside me (ten) 

Threesomes like a hobby 

Addies made me zero in 

Two point nine, these five tsunamis 

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 

[Post Chorus] 

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) 

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti] 

I just counted five million dollar cash 

All 5s, 10s and 20s 

Got to know that thats the dope money 

Got to know I got the code, homie 

Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, aye 

Plank, play dead sit him up, aye 

Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love) 

Bitches act thirsty so we fill em' up 

Ion like the rap game (ion love the rap game) 

Ain't none these niggas real as us (ain't none these niggas, none these niggas) 

Going back to the trap game (going back to the trap) 

Selling 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 (you know what it is) 

I'm a dopeboy 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 

[Outro: Belly] 

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)