Numbers lyrics

[Verse 1: King Louie]
Loud got me caufhing
[?] look like it's walk in
Shoes, they cost a fortune
Wait till I get that porshe in
[?] lil b*tch, she lightskinned
And she got some nice friends
They know me and my n*ggas [?] no questions
Money long, like what's that?
I don't call, I text that
[?] got them bands in them
[?] 2 15's
[?] palm trees
[?]
That b*tch on Ashanti
My sh*t [?] my homies
[?] money grow on trees
Smoke dope [?] blow [?]
Double G's, LV's
Spend it like we wealthy
More [?], that's [?] sh*t
Loud smoking like bay sh*t
[?]
I got it like I made it

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Pulling up in that porshe, yeah it cost numbers
[?] GBE, b*tch, it's our summer
In the trap spending racks, like it ain't nothing
Put some changе on your brain, b*tch [?] numbers
[Verse 2: King Louie]
Add it up, I'm banding up
Money tall like it's standing up
[?] cut it out
[?] stand up
Pockеts full of 100's
[?] dumb sl*ts
Getting head from a [?] ho
Big faces in my cargo
Money long like [?]
[?] GBE
In the street like pot holes
Sneak dissing ass n*ggas
I don't like them like [?]
Belt chrome, my Prada shoes
I got more money than a lotta dudes
My team eat, a lotta food
[?]
Throwing money, it's raining men
[?]
I'm [?] king like [?]
[?]
With your b*tch [?] friends
[?] ladies man
Doing numbers like [?]

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Pulling up in that porshe, yeah it cost numbers
[?] GBE, b*tch, it's our summer
In the trap spending racks, like it ain't nothing
Put some change on your brain, b*tch [?] numbers