Numbers Don't Lie

[Intro] Aye baby, hand me some green tea? Check, good job You're doing good, bitch Mmm, scrumptious! Check, numbers Aye aye aye [Verse] Bruce Wayne coupe, if I need we can get away Fake niggas hate it when I rap, they feel some type of way "June ain't really 'bout that life" that's what they like to say "He had that song Glock 40 but that was way back in the day" Instead of pillow talking to the bitch, you should find a way to make it off your mama couch and go and get some real K You stuck in a record deal, I'm working on my seventh tape And I own my masters lil' nigga, better get it straight Merchandise crackin' off the dribble, had to make it shake Niggas sell they soul for 100K, to me that's crazy Then drop 50 on a chain, that's a damn shame I see you got the Jays, but your son ain't ate in days Soft ass nigga, got the bitch on a fuckin' leash Me, I'm lookin' at the 2020 while I smoke keesh Touch down in ATL, lookin' for a Georgia peach Taking pictures of my 'Vette but really I ain't drove in weeks I don't got a million dollars yet but give me two weeks OT, two free, just me, nigga yee Dre touched down, now I'm looking at some real estate Gotta put this money somewhere besides the fuckin' bank Everything got a price tag, how much you tryna pay? If you think you know everything, how you gon' elevate? Bucket hat, dark shades, seven dollar lemonade Make no excuses, go hard until your money straight Almost bought a vintage 911 just the other day Pap' pulled up, white fox, he was tryna race (numbers) Should I keep going to be stoppin' but it's goin' crazy They like "goddamn nigga, didn't you just drop a tape?" I ain't go platinum just yet but I got faith Just a white tee and a chain but I got taste They like "damn June, didn't them Nikes drop in '88?" (Aye aye aye, aye aye aye)