Numbers lyrics

by

JAY-Z


[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis, four-wheel Ducatis (Eight)
Got at least two hoes beside me (Ten), threesomes like a hobby (Thirteen)
Addies made me zero in
Two punanis, five tsunamis (Twenty)
Seven boppers in the lobby, we the new Illuminati
All my b*tches keep six, in case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math, 45's like the army

[Verse 1: Belly]
I'm a pipe her like Rowdy, free Max, free Bobby
Get Woopty on the phone, he'll know what to do with the body (lift)
Slept at Sals 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 I'm Milhouse
Too many fake waves, it's a real drought
Up for like eight days, with the AK earnin' real clout, f*ck 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 tucked
Now you wanna pull a Hemi up, just so you can come and drink the Henny up
Fake sh*t, it was never love and really f*ck it if it ever was

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis, four-wheel Ducatis (Eight)
Got at least two hoes beside me (Ten), threesomes like a hobby (thirteen)
Addies made me zero in
Two punanis, five tsunamis (Twenty)
Seven boppers in the lobby, we the new Illuminati
All my b*tches keep six, in case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math, 45's like the army
[Post Chorus: 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)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I just counted five million dollars cash
All 5s, 10s, and 20s
Got to know that that's the dope money
Got to know I got the code, homie
Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, ayy
Plank, play dead sit him up, ayy
Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love)
b*tches act thirsty so we fill 'em up
I don't like the rap game (I don't love the rap game)
Ain't none these n*ggas real as us (Ain't none these n*ggas, none these n*ggas)
Goin' back to the trap game (Goin' back to the trap)
Sellin' 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, n*gga, get 'em up (pus*y, you know what it is)
I'm a dope boy '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 b*tch, 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)
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