Numbers

[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 bitches 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, 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 tucked

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 ever was

[Chorus: Belly]

I pull up in four-door Bugattis, four-wheel Ducatis (Eight)