Lil G Nomello & Carter Funk - Numbers

Aye ya imma get it imma live it, tell u where I’m at while I’m winning
I can flex for the camera, I can flex for the fame, everybody out there they gon call my name
I get to business I got to go get it, flow so good I have to go with it
Money on my mind this grind I live it, when ya Girl ask, you da rags to my riches
Uh, this that big boy talk, get that bag on lock, I won’t lie, I feel like I am the best rapper alive
This grind is routine
My raps so clean
I like red hot sauce on my lean cuisine
You see me on the front page of a magazine
But all I see is green i’m a money machine
My bars hotter than a fever
Good at pressing X’s ya ill murk you in fifa
Don’t try to test me unless you Khalifa
I put stuff together better than IKEA
If my ex bad, then imma IG her
Wait sike nah, I stay loyal dating ex’s is disloyal
My trap doin numbers
My trap doin numbers
All this precious ice, got me freezing in the summer
I just want them comma’s
I just want them comma's
My trap doin numbers
My trap doin numbers
All this precious ice, got me freezing in the summer
I just want them comma’s
I just want them comma's
Accelerate then I hit the gas
Travel in many like a pack
I be doing numbers that’s a fact
We roll past then double back
Sit back and relax
I be dripping on them with the sauce
Standing over everybody like a boss
Double g belt what it cost
Wrist on froze turn to frost
Look at me later be counting these stacks
Running in circles be running in laps
You spitting bars I’m spitting facts
Need my location find it on Snap maps
I been broke in my head
I’ve made some mistakes
I should stay in bed
But I got some bread to make
Chasing the bag, aye ya
Don’t need to brag, aye ya
Feeling jet lag, aye ya
Chasing the cash, aye ya
Chasing the bag, aye ya
Don’t need to brag, aye ya
Feeling jet lag, aye ya
Chasing the cash, aye ya

Written by:
Carter Funk, Graham Ferguson

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