Numbers Lyrics - Diamond In The Ruff - Freeway

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 

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Numbers low, numbers high, 

Ain't nobody fucking 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 fuck with ringlet, let's move piles 

Don't fucking play with the same guys 

No bow ties, just black guys, with 45's 

You dare with them, you fucking 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 

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Numbers low, numbers high, 

Ain't nobody fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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.